Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“We’ll see about that,” Josh replies, and he steps around Tyler and starts walking.
Automatically, Tyler and I rotate to watch him weave through the crowd. When he disappears from sight, Tyler pursues him. My heart leaps with concern, and I’m instantly on his heels, still there as he exits the room and steps into the hallway. I catch the door that would shut in my face and find only Tyler in the hallway. The elevator banks are empty, which indicates to me that either Josh got lucky, and the doors were open, allowing his quick escape, or he took the stairs. He was running from Tyler while I am not, despite him commanding me to do just that.
The door shuts behind me and Tyler turns to face me. “My office, Ms. Bailey,” he states flatly.
“Ms. Bailey?” I challenge, with this new formality between us.
That’s all he says before he strides toward the elevators and punches the button. I’d think I was about to be fired if he hadn’t just assured Josh I’d be working with Malcolm, just not him. The elevator doors open and Tyler glances over at me. “Are you coming?”
He told me to run away and now he’s inviting me into a tiny little car, alone with him. It’s not as if I’ve never been in an elevator with him before this, but it’s never felt quite as intimidating. But then, I’ve never allowed myself to crumble beneath a veil of intimidation and I won’t start now. I march toward Tyler and since he’s holding the door, I pass him and step inside the car. I don’t make eye contact. I’ll save that part of my grandstanding for after we’re in the little bitty box that moves up and down and allows no escape while doing so.
Tyler joins me and punches in the office floor, which is on a lower level, the earthy, masculine scent of man and cologne recreating those damn butterflies in my belly. We stand there, side by side, staring forward, and watch the doors shut. The tension between us crackles and while I intend to say nothing, that never really works out for me.
I rotate to face him. “Shouldn’t we be downstairs attending to our clients?”
He steps around and faces me. “We’ve both made ourselves available for hours. The staff will wrap up the night. We are done.”
“Are we going to lose Malcolm as a client?”
The elevator halts and dings before he says, “Mark my words that it would be a bad decision for Malcolm to leave us when his manager had his hands all over you.” The doors open and he motions for me to exit.
He’s angry and I’m not sure I’ve ever actually seen Tyler angry. For a moment, my feet plant with my resistance to our little meeting in his office but whatever this is, wherever it leads, it’s inevitable that we see it through. And not in an elevator with cameras.
I force my feet from the ground and exit the car. To the right are the main offices. To the left, are Tyler’s private offices, which are locked up behind glass doors. I pause, waiting on Tyler, and he moves ahead of me. With unexplainable weak knees, I walk with him and then wait as he unlocks the door, which he holds open for me to enter the lobby first.
Tyler watches me with veiled lids, and I feel his attention with a rush of heat over my skin, which is enough to tell me everything about me and Tyler feels different. And I react outwardly as well, and no doubt, he notices my quick inhalation of breath, the tell-all sign that I’m nervous for no good reason. I’ve had confrontations with Tyler. I’ve been to his office and even been there when it was only the two of us. And yet today, as I walk past him and enter the lobby when I would normally charge ahead to prove I’m in charge of this battle, I do nothing of the sort.
Instead, I wait for him, and he arches a brow, motioning me forward. I meet his stare, the spark between us undeniable and I say, “Your office. You first.”
His lips quirk slightly, and I think he’s amused. I am not. “As you wish, Ms. Bailey.”
“Stop calling me that,” I chide. “Bella. I’ve always been Bella.”
The quirk widens and he neither agrees nor disagrees with my demand, but he does move forward, walking ahead of me. I fall into step behind him and try not to notice his ass in his perfectly fitted suit. I’m not supposed to look at my boss’ ass, but by keeping my eyes level, I instead notice his broad shoulders and tall frame. Six-foot-three I’ve heard whispered in the hallways because the females in the firm do whisper about Tyler Hawk.