she was saying, Michelle blurted, “I hope they never find it!” At the shift in both men’s bodies, she apologized, “I’m sorry. That was loud. It’s just that I heard the man who was killed had a record of assaults against women. He’d been in jail twice already for rape.” Her voice shook a little. “It’s one less horrible human being on the planet if you ask me, and there’s nothing wrong with that!”
Dontae leaned back in his chair like he’d been hit. All of the anger that had heated his features vanished and she had no idea why. He nodded curtly to Darik and watched him walk to the door and mysteriously knock on it.
She turned in her chair to see a man open the door and look around. He was dressed in an expensive suit just like the other two, but his was brown. His tie was purple and thin. He looked like he’d walked out of a magazine he was so fashionable and hip, even with his hair that short. Their eyes met and she instantly remembered him.
“Eli!” she whispered, confused.
He showed no surprise at seeing her, and glanced to the other two. “Verdict?”
Nathaniel’s friend was a partner here, too? Wait, D.D.E.N.
Darik, Dontae, Eli, Nathaniel.
She felt weak. Turning pale, she squeaked, “What’s going on?”
Dontae said, on an annoyed sigh, “I hate to admit it, but I like her.”
Michelle gaped at him.
“Can you come this way?” Eli asked with a gentle tone. She flipped back around so fast that her things crashed onto the floor. “Leave those where they lie,” he said as his brown eyes danced with amusement. “Come with me, Michelle.”
Flustered, she rose up and left her belongings lying there, to follow him to the white door marked “Stairs.”
“Was it you who put me up for this job?” He looked like he wanted to answer her, but didn’t know if he should. Her heels and his leather soles echoed up the two flights and she stared at his back, growing more irritated by the second. “Where are you taking me?”
At the door marked “Roof,” he turned to her with his hand on the doorknob. “Answers coming soon.”
He walked through it ahead of her and called out to a man who stood looking down at the street below. She knew immediately who it was. That body, the way his pinstriped suit tugged at the shoulders, where his dark hair stopped just above the collar, his confidant stance. Had he set her up to the catastrophe she’d just experienced downstairs? What was this guy’s problem? Her steps slowed as brewing rage took her over.
Eli announced with amused triumph, “I’d like to introduce our new Marketing Liaison.” Michelle wanted to punch him in the back of the head.
Muttering an annoyed, “Marketing Lia…?” Nathaniel turned and saw who was glaring at him. The rest of what he was about to say disappeared. Surprise flickered across his masculine features and he whispered, “Michelle.”
She felt heat race down her spine at the way he said her name, so slowly like he savored the word. The obvious surprise to see her meant he wasn’t in on it, so she directed a furious gaze to Eli, thinking him the culprit.
Seeing how angry she was, Nathaniel turned on his friend and snarled, “What do you mean Michelle is our new Marketing Liaison? What have you done?!”
Eli’s hands went up in peace. He could see from their faces that he’d made a mistake, and took two steps back. “Hey, calm down.”
“Did you think you were helping?! She obviously didn’t know I work here with you! Did you deceive this poor woman after all she’s been through?”
Michelle’s jaw dropped. How does he know what I’ve been through?
Eli licked his lips and stammered, “I’m sorry. I…”
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT,” Nathaniel growled. “GO!”
Michelle felt the world around her spin as she recognized his voice. The animalistic snarl. The urgent order. The fury that drove it. He was the man…the animal…who’d saved her. She stared, dumbstruck.
Eli turned on his heel,
Dontae leaned back in his chair like he’d been hit. All of the anger that had heated his features vanished and she had no idea why. He nodded curtly to Darik and watched him walk to the door and mysteriously knock on it.
She turned in her chair to see a man open the door and look around. He was dressed in an expensive suit just like the other two, but his was brown. His tie was purple and thin. He looked like he’d walked out of a magazine he was so fashionable and hip, even with his hair that short. Their eyes met and she instantly remembered him.
“Eli!” she whispered, confused.
He showed no surprise at seeing her, and glanced to the other two. “Verdict?”
Nathaniel’s friend was a partner here, too? Wait, D.D.E.N.
Darik, Dontae, Eli, Nathaniel.
She felt weak. Turning pale, she squeaked, “What’s going on?”
Dontae said, on an annoyed sigh, “I hate to admit it, but I like her.”
Michelle gaped at him.
“Can you come this way?” Eli asked with a gentle tone. She flipped back around so fast that her things crashed onto the floor. “Leave those where they lie,” he said as his brown eyes danced with amusement. “Come with me, Michelle.”
Flustered, she rose up and left her belongings lying there, to follow him to the white door marked “Stairs.”
“Was it you who put me up for this job?” He looked like he wanted to answer her, but didn’t know if he should. Her heels and his leather soles echoed up the two flights and she stared at his back, growing more irritated by the second. “Where are you taking me?”
At the door marked “Roof,” he turned to her with his hand on the doorknob. “Answers coming soon.”
He walked through it ahead of her and called out to a man who stood looking down at the street below. She knew immediately who it was. That body, the way his pinstriped suit tugged at the shoulders, where his dark hair stopped just above the collar, his confidant stance. Had he set her up to the catastrophe she’d just experienced downstairs? What was this guy’s problem? Her steps slowed as brewing rage took her over.
Eli announced with amused triumph, “I’d like to introduce our new Marketing Liaison.” Michelle wanted to punch him in the back of the head.
Muttering an annoyed, “Marketing Lia…?” Nathaniel turned and saw who was glaring at him. The rest of what he was about to say disappeared. Surprise flickered across his masculine features and he whispered, “Michelle.”
She felt heat race down her spine at the way he said her name, so slowly like he savored the word. The obvious surprise to see her meant he wasn’t in on it, so she directed a furious gaze to Eli, thinking him the culprit.
Seeing how angry she was, Nathaniel turned on his friend and snarled, “What do you mean Michelle is our new Marketing Liaison? What have you done?!”
Eli’s hands went up in peace. He could see from their faces that he’d made a mistake, and took two steps back. “Hey, calm down.”
“Did you think you were helping?! She obviously didn’t know I work here with you! Did you deceive this poor woman after all she’s been through?”
Michelle’s jaw dropped. How does he know what I’ve been through?
Eli licked his lips and stammered, “I’m sorry. I…”
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT,” Nathaniel growled. “GO!”
Michelle felt the world around her spin as she recognized his voice. The animalistic snarl. The urgent order. The fury that drove it. He was the man…the animal…who’d saved her. She stared, dumbstruck.
Eli turned on his heel,
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