Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I went in through the back door that employees used and didn’t have to swipe a badge or anything to get in, which was slightly concerning.
If Keely was going to spend any amount of time here, she would need to get better security in place. I wouldn’t be comfortable with her working in such a high-profile position without even basic security.
I tracked her phone to make sure she arrived safely as I simultaneously entered the main building to take the lay of the land.
She arrived five minutes after me, and didn’t waste time getting into the building.
Her first stop was a security desk that would stop most honest people but hadn’t stopped me.
Hell, the man hadn’t even seen me slip past him because he’d been busy on his phone.
“Ahh, if it isn’t Tequila Clayborne,” a greasy looking man said from beside the security desk.
Keely didn’t bother to acknowledge him as she kept walking past security to the elevator.
Before the man could follow her onto the elevator, I stepped into his path on ‘accident’ and stayed there until the doors of the elevator closed.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” the greasy fuck asked.
I ignored him and kept walking, heading to the stairs.
“Inbred degenerate,” the grease stain grumbled as he pressed the button for the elevator.
I took the eight flights of stairs to the top floor, then headed past multiple people milling in the hallways to head for the conference room.
I passed Keely talking to her secretary, rubbing my hand against her ass as I did, and continued on into the conference room.
Chevy, Copper, and Cutter were already there.
They stopped talking when I entered.
“What are you doing here?” Cutter asked.
Before he could reply, Keely entered and shut the door.
She stared down the three men that were eyeing me, then answered with a small smile on her face, “I’m seeing him.”
“What?” Cutter looked adorably confused for such a big guy.
“Seeing,” she repeated slower. “As in, dating him? Do you know what that is? Oh, wait. You just skip from meeting to marrying.”
Chevy snorted.
Cutter bared his teeth at her but didn’t look mad at her words.
Copper leaned back in his chair and studied me.
Out of them all, Copper was the most dangerous.
I knew that before I’d even walked into the room.
I’d spied him at the table from the back of the hallway, and even though he hadn’t acted like he’d seen me, I knew he’d clocked me from the moment he had line of sight.
That was prison life for you, though. You always had to watch your back.
“You need to do something about security.” I diverted away from the dating thing. “She won’t be coming back until you can make it safe for her to be in the building.”
Copper’s brows rose. “What makes you think she wasn’t safe?”
“The fact that I just walked past multiple people and wasn’t asked who I was?” I shrugged.
“I’m working on it.” He sighed. “This is a huge shit pile, and it’s taking a lot of time to sort through everything.”
“Security first, then other matters later,” I offered. “You were locked up a long time, so I know you know the importance of surprise attacks.”
Something shuttered in Copper’s eyes.
Keely put her crap onto the seat next to the one I assumed she was taking and said, “Copper, I know that you love me, but I just want to tell you that I hate scrambled eggs now.”
Copper’s eyes narrowed and focused on her.
“Since when?” he asked carefully. “They used to be your favorite.”
“Since I was fifteen and decided that they smelled like wet dog.” She shrugged. “I really like over-hard eggs, but I also like anything that’s not scrambled as long as it has salt and pepper.”
“You can have mine,” he offered.
She waved her hand in the air. “I had McDonald’s about two and a half hours ago, so I’m good.”
“Okay.” He looked a little bit hurt that she wasn’t going to eat the food he ordered.
“Dima’s going to eat it, though,” she blurted.
My brows rose and I glanced over at Keely to see her staring at me pleadingly.
She’d seen the look on Copper’s face, too.
I eyed the food.
I didn’t usually eat poorly for any meal of the day.
My body was a temple, and all that jazz.
In reality, I just didn’t like sweets all that much.
I also didn’t like anything that was greasy.
And by the looks of the bags on the tabletop, everything there was greasy.
But if she wanted me to eat her food, I’d eat it.
“Yep, starving,” I lied.
“How did you two meet?” Chevy asked curiously.
“That’ll have to wait for later,” Copper said. “We can catch up after. There’s a reason I asked you to be here today.”
Chevy leaned back and crossed his hands over his chest, eyes on his brother.
I took the seat directly across from Keely and next to Cutter.