about it as he could have been. Normally, he’d be thrilled and delighted to have two large, handsome men in dark suits come strolling up to him as he was opening the office door, kindly requesting that he come with them right away. He’d stood there, staring up at their hard eyes, startled and even a bit afraid.
They’d told him that Dallas Foreman had asked for Nigel to be brought to the Solid Security office for a conversation about Liv’s stalker. He’d agreed, of course, and then the two gorgeous men had hustled him to a black SUV, bundled him in to the back seat, and off they’d gone.
Nigel sat there, looking at the men’s broad shoulders and large hands, and realized that this was a kind of fantasy-come-true. He had a serious thing for bodyguards, and he always thought he’d find this kind of scenario hot. But worry for Liv and the men’s cool professionalism worried him.
After a few minutes of silence, Nigel spoke up. “Ummm. Has something happened? Is Liv OK?”
The dark-haired one stared at Nigel in the rear view mirror. “We’re not authorized to give you any details. Mr. Ramirez. I’m sorry.”
“Details about what?”
“I can’t say.”
“But something must have happened, or else there’d be no details for you to stay quiet about . Am I right?”
Silence.
“Please,” Nigel said. “Just let me know if Liv is OK.”
“Ms. Jameson is fine,” the blond one who was driving said. “That’s all we’ll say, though.”
Nigel nodded. “Thank you.”
They pulled up to a large building and the men escorted Nigel inside. He looked around, amazed at the size of Dallas’ operation. Nigel saw at least ten staff in the main area, plus he saw several private offices.
“Sit here, please,” said the blond one. “Mr. Foreman will be right out to talk to you.”
Nigel nodded again and sank on to the sofa near the reception desk. He found that he was very nervous at the thought of speaking to Dallas alone, in a professional setting. He’d only met the man for the first time at Emma’s party on Friday night, and he’d found Dallas formidable in a sexy-yet-intimidating way.
A door opened and Dallas emerged with a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman. They shook hands and she smiled. Dallas watched her leave, then he scanned the entire office in mere seconds.
Nigel sat up straight and watched those hard blue eyes turn to him. Even from across the room, he felt the other man’s entire body and mind focus right on him. He felt like he was in the crosshairs, somehow. Then Dallas was standing in front of him, extending his large hand, and Nigel got to his feet.
“Mr. Ramirez,” Dallas said. “My apologies for my men having to ambush you at work. I don’t normally like to do things that way, but time is of the essence in this case.”
Nigel blinked at the formality. On Friday night at the party, he’d been Nigel.
“It’s OK,” Nigel said cautiously.
“Let’s go sit in the conference room,” Dallas said. “Coffee?”
“Um, yes, please. With just milk.”
“OK, you go in and sit down. I’ll be right there. Give me two minutes.”
Nigel sat, feeling more and more worried. Why was time of the essence? What was ‘in this case’? Where was Liv? And why was Dallas’ firm handling anything that might have happened, and not Greg and Blue Star? Nigel got the very strong feeling that something had happened, and that it had been bad enough to be a total game-changer.
Dallas came in with a thick folder in his hands. He sat down, and another huge man followed him in with Nigel’s coffee.
“Thank you,” Nigel murmured.
“You’re welcome.”
The man closed the door behind him and now Nigel found himself being stared at very intensely by a large, muscular, tattooed ex-sniper. His breath caught and he found that his hands were shaking.
“Mr. Ramirez,” Dallas said. “Why did you disable the cameras at Olivia Jameson’s house on the night of her party?”
Nigel put his coffee cup
They’d told him that Dallas Foreman had asked for Nigel to be brought to the Solid Security office for a conversation about Liv’s stalker. He’d agreed, of course, and then the two gorgeous men had hustled him to a black SUV, bundled him in to the back seat, and off they’d gone.
Nigel sat there, looking at the men’s broad shoulders and large hands, and realized that this was a kind of fantasy-come-true. He had a serious thing for bodyguards, and he always thought he’d find this kind of scenario hot. But worry for Liv and the men’s cool professionalism worried him.
After a few minutes of silence, Nigel spoke up. “Ummm. Has something happened? Is Liv OK?”
The dark-haired one stared at Nigel in the rear view mirror. “We’re not authorized to give you any details. Mr. Ramirez. I’m sorry.”
“Details about what?”
“I can’t say.”
“But something must have happened, or else there’d be no details for you to stay quiet about . Am I right?”
Silence.
“Please,” Nigel said. “Just let me know if Liv is OK.”
“Ms. Jameson is fine,” the blond one who was driving said. “That’s all we’ll say, though.”
Nigel nodded. “Thank you.”
They pulled up to a large building and the men escorted Nigel inside. He looked around, amazed at the size of Dallas’ operation. Nigel saw at least ten staff in the main area, plus he saw several private offices.
“Sit here, please,” said the blond one. “Mr. Foreman will be right out to talk to you.”
Nigel nodded again and sank on to the sofa near the reception desk. He found that he was very nervous at the thought of speaking to Dallas alone, in a professional setting. He’d only met the man for the first time at Emma’s party on Friday night, and he’d found Dallas formidable in a sexy-yet-intimidating way.
A door opened and Dallas emerged with a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman. They shook hands and she smiled. Dallas watched her leave, then he scanned the entire office in mere seconds.
Nigel sat up straight and watched those hard blue eyes turn to him. Even from across the room, he felt the other man’s entire body and mind focus right on him. He felt like he was in the crosshairs, somehow. Then Dallas was standing in front of him, extending his large hand, and Nigel got to his feet.
“Mr. Ramirez,” Dallas said. “My apologies for my men having to ambush you at work. I don’t normally like to do things that way, but time is of the essence in this case.”
Nigel blinked at the formality. On Friday night at the party, he’d been Nigel.
“It’s OK,” Nigel said cautiously.
“Let’s go sit in the conference room,” Dallas said. “Coffee?”
“Um, yes, please. With just milk.”
“OK, you go in and sit down. I’ll be right there. Give me two minutes.”
Nigel sat, feeling more and more worried. Why was time of the essence? What was ‘in this case’? Where was Liv? And why was Dallas’ firm handling anything that might have happened, and not Greg and Blue Star? Nigel got the very strong feeling that something had happened, and that it had been bad enough to be a total game-changer.
Dallas came in with a thick folder in his hands. He sat down, and another huge man followed him in with Nigel’s coffee.
“Thank you,” Nigel murmured.
“You’re welcome.”
The man closed the door behind him and now Nigel found himself being stared at very intensely by a large, muscular, tattooed ex-sniper. His breath caught and he found that his hands were shaking.
“Mr. Ramirez,” Dallas said. “Why did you disable the cameras at Olivia Jameson’s house on the night of her party?”
Nigel put his coffee cup
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