since she'd come to get her from her desk earlier. David and Rachael. Now that wasn't a pairing she'd thought about
before. Working in an office like her's,
she saw interactions between men and woman she had a habit of pairing people
off but these two, they hadn't been on her radar.
"I might see if he wants to get
lunch, just a business lunch of course." Rachael said, for clarification.
"Of course. I'd better get back
to it before Alistair returns."
"So it's Alistair huh? Landed on
your feet with that one Sam. He is so
hot. What I wouldn't give to tap
that."
“ You and most of the female population. ” Sam said with a small laugh.
Standing from her position on Rachael ’ s desk Sam walked towards David's office And knocked. When David called out for her
to come in, she briefly turned seeing Rachael looking more like her normal
self. As she opened the door, Sam
vanished behind it to get the information she needed to become Alistair
Lockwood's personal contact with RMG. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
~ 5 ~
It sure was good to be back in
Toronto. He had to admit, he'd missed
this place. Working overseas had it's advantages; the climate, the exotic men
and women, the food, but it wasn't home. Technically, Toronto wasn't home either. He and Alistair had grown up in Montreal along with their baby sister
and parents. As far as he knew, Adrienne was still there. The last he'd heard, she'd started college
and had just moved in with her high school sweetheart. The same sweetheart that he and Alistair had
practically kidnapped to find out his intentions towards their baby
sister.
Paul was a couple of years older than
Adrienne, making him two years younger than Anthony. They'd been careful not to leave any marks on
the younger man, but they'd made sure he was well aware of what they would do to
him if he ever did anything to hurt Adrienne. To his credit, he hadn't run scared. He'd just arrived at their house that night to collect her for their
date as if nothing had happened. In
doing so, he ’ d shot up in their estimations considerably.
Checking his watch, he tapped his foot
on the floor as he wondered how long this elevator was going to take to get
them to their destination. He hated
being in confined spaces like this. Even
though he knew they'd only been in there a very short time, it felt like hours
to him. The metal box felt even smaller
due to the pure size of Chris who stood beside him, flicking through his smart
phone.
The man was huge, much bigger than
Anthony remembered. Then again, he had
always been a bit skinny growing up so anyone was huge compared to him. It had only really been since he'd hit
eighteen and discovered the gym that he'd started to bulk up. By the age of twenty, he was twice the size
that he ’ d been in his teenage years, he could hold his own against
any guy. His physique hadn't hurt his
love life either.
"You keep doing that you're gonna
put your foot through the floor."
Anthony turned in the direction of the
deep voice. Chris was still messing with
his phone, not looking in his direction. His expression remained neutral and if he hadn ’ t just heard him speak, he would swear he was ignoring him
completely.
Glancing down, he saw that he was
still tapping his foot, a nervous habit he'd picked up during his time abroad,
one he'd never quite been able to break. Why did his brother have to go at take
an interest in a place at the top of a forty storey building? Wouldn ’ t
a nice five storey building have been enough?
Breathing a deep sigh of relief when
he felt the elevator begin to slow, Anthony forced his way through the doors
before they'd opened fully. He heard a
deep chuckle behind him and he turned, frowning at Chris as he stepped out next
to him.
"A little eager to get out are
ya?" Chris
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