Unleash Me, Vol. 2 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Boss ’ drunken
antics straight down to your ex-boyfriend openly threatening you in Times
Square, of all sordid places.   Can
you meet me at Wenn by nine? ”
    “ What time is
it now? ”
    “ Six-thirty. ”
    “ Of course I
can.   What ’ s the issue? ”
    “ Things tend
to get lost in translation when they ’ re
handed down from one person to the next.   I want to hear your version of all of it — straight from you — so I understand exactly what happened.   Cutter is waiting for you
downstairs.   You haven ’ t met him yet, but you won ’ t be able to miss
him.   He ’ s a giant, but a kind one.   You ’ ll like him.   Take a shower.   Have some
coffee.   Then meet me in my office
at nine. ”
    “ When do they
land in Singapore? ”
    “ Around six-thirty
this evening.   They ’ ve been flying all
night.   It ’ s an eighteen-hour flight from LAX.   They have another twelve hours to go. ”
    After seeing Kevin last night, I longed to speak with Jennifer, who
never had liked him.   What is she
going to say when I tell her that story … ?
    “ I ’ ll be there at nine, ” I said.  
    When I hung up the phone, I realized just how much I wanted to see
Jennifer.   She ’ d give me the perspective
that I needed.   I pushed back my
chair, and dashed into the bathroom, where I showered and then did my hair — just loose enough so
it curled up along the tops of my shoulders.   I put on some makeup, my favorite dark
jeans, and a white silk blouse.   I
paired my outfit with a funky chain-mesh belt and killer Dior heels.   Then, after putting on the cashmere coat
Blackwell herself had purchased for me, I had one last thing to do.  
    And so I did it.

 
 
    *   *   *

 
 
    I arrived in the lobby with two steaming cups of espresso in my
hands.   I didn ’ t know how Cutter liked
his, so I took a chance and went with how most liked theirs — with a solid dose of
sugar in it to soften its bitter edge.  
    As Tank and Blackwell had promised, it was impossible to miss him.  
    When I walked across the lobby, my heels tapped with purpose.   He was standing guard at the front entrance,
and, unfathomably, he was even taller and more muscular than Tank or Boss.   Where did these people come from?   Some alien world?   I ’ d never seen men so tall or so built.   Or handsome.   Cutter was dressed in a black suit with
a blue tie, over which he wore a long black winter dress coat.   He had curly dark hair, and, after
standing here all night, more than a trace of stubble on his face.   When he turned to me, he straightened.
    “ Ms. Ward, ” he said.
    “ Please, ” I said as I closed the
distance between us.   “ It ’ s Lisa.   You ’ re Cutter? ”
    “ I am. ”
    “ You ’ ve been out here all
night.   I can ’ t tell you how much I appreciate that.   Your feet must be aching, and you must
be bored as hell.   I ’ d extend my hand to shake
yours, but as you can see, my hands are full.   Would you like an espresso?   I brought one for you.   I thought we could each have a massive
infusion of caffeine before we left for Wenn. ”
    “ Thank you, ” he said, taking one of
the mugs.   “ I need this. ”
    “ Didn ’ t the doorman offer you
coffee? ”
    He didn ’ t
answer.
    “ That will be
taken care of today, ” I
said.   “ I wish you would have called me.   I would have brought you down a pot
myself. ”
    “ I appreciate
that, but it ’ s really
no issue.   I ’ m fine. ”
    Was there a deeper voice on the planet?   I thought Tank ’ s voice was deep.   Then I met Marco Boss, whose voice trumped Tank ’ s.   Now,
Cutter trounced both of them.   He
sounded as if his voice came from the hollow of a deep barrel.  
    “ Are men like
you raised on a farm? ” I
asked.
    He raised his eyebrows at me.   “ Are we raised
on a what? ”
    “ A farm.   Tank is the largest human being I ’ ve ever met.   Then somebody else entered the picture
and took the