while you are away. It has already been cleared with your boss. Mr. Granville arrived this morning and will be available until you return.”
Her bag fell to the snowy ground when her hands tented over her mouth. She shook her head as her future flashed before her eyes. “What are you doing?” She felt like an idiot repeating the same thing over and over, but she couldn’t understand how he thought it was in his rights to do this to her. “Why are you doing this? That’s my job. My whole life. You can’t do this. Why would you do this to me?”
Another quiet sigh came from him as he bent to retrieve her bag. “I already told you,” he said as he straightened, brushing the snow off the synthetic material, “and I will not do so again after this, so listen well.” He leaned in close enough her for to smell him. The moment his scent registered, she flew back in time and was once again in his bed, fascinated by what he was doing to her. “Because this. Is where. I want you.”
“So?”
Sorin made a gruff sound before moving around them to get a duffel out of the trunk of the car. A duffel that should have been in Yasmeen’s closet at home. One she would bet a year’s salary was full of her things.
She stared at it in disbelief. “For what? What do you want me here for?”
Lucian ignored the inquiry and motioned her toward the steps.
Snow crunched underfoot as two men walked by, both of them with guns slung over their shoulders in plain view. They nodded first at Lucian, and then at Sorin, who was now hovering a few feet behind her. They didn’t even look at her as they kept on. Security.
“Yasmeen?”
Hearing the thread of impatience in Lucian’s voice had her wanting to scream at him to stop this right now. She wanted to knee him in the balls and throw the worst fucking hissy fit he’d ever seen in his privileged, moneyed life. She wanted to scratch his rich asshole eyes out and insist he bring her home.
“People will miss me,” she murmured, thinking of friends. “For all you know, my big meathead boyfriend could be on his way to find me right now. He could be worried because I didn’t come home yesterday. What will you do when he arrives and punches your spoiled face for taking me away from him?” Considering who was standing behind her and what his job was, she must have sounded ridiculous. Didn’t care. She needed to keep talking.
Lucian’s eyebrow quirked, and he looked over her head to exchange a brief look with his own meathead. “There is no boyfriend, Yasmeen.”
“How would you know?”
“Because if he existed, he would have been taken care of long before now.”
She shivered as that and the cold air seeped into her bones. “What does that mean?”
His jaw rolled. “This is becoming tedious. I had hoped you would come to heel without a fight, but I see now that hope was in vain.”
Tears tried to climb her throat as she stared at his silk tie. Had he really thought she’d roll over and spread her legs without questioning this madness?
Well, considering her track record with him, she supposed his assumption was warranted.
Denying her girly emotions their right, she swallowed hard and glowered at the self-indulgent psychopath. “I’m calling the police the second I spot a phone. I will not let you get away with this I-own-the-world bullshit just because you’re in a bad place right now.”
He held her eyes for a moment, then, totally throwing her, made two complete circles around her, looking her up and down. It was a demonstration meant to intimidate. She didn’t let it.
“I understand it may take you a few minutes to process the turn of events, Yasmeen. But in the future, I recommend you refrain from threatening me. I am not in the mood to deal with tantrums, but if I must, I am fully prepared to take you over my knee and spank your beautiful ass into submission. If there are witnesses to that event, all the better. Maybe then you will think twice about trying to
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