Sighing, I left my office and headed for the elevators.
When I reached the lobby, I found it heavily trafficked with people leaving for the day. “Nice to be able to leave at four, like I was supposed to,” I muttered, trying to find the courier. I mean, I felt like a spy picking up Conklin’s package in the building lobby.
A black ball cap and denim jacket caught my eye, and I angled toward the front of the crowded lobby.
“Excuse me, is that for Mr. Conklin?” I asked the tall man with his back to me.
He turned, and I froze.
The man was drop-dead gorgeous with dark hair, a strong nose, and firm lips that grinned at the sight of me. His eyes remained a mystery, covered by black sunglasses. Yet something about him seemed familiar for all that he looked like a stranger.
“It’s about time,” he said, his voice deep with satisfaction.
“Sorry I was late, but?—”
“It’s been a while, but we’ve met.” Sin Garu stepped out from behind the man with a polite smile.
My heart pounded so hard I thought it might explode.
The sorcerer wore a conservative gray suit, his hair cut fashionably short, his teeth bright white but no longer sharp. He carried a briefcase, the image of a corporate shark. He waved his hand, and the handsome man I’d been supposed to meet turned into Michael Davis, the guy who hated me.
Sin Garu looked me over with approval. “Don’t worry about the package, Tessa. Conklin doesn’t really need it, and Davis here, well, he wanted some time alone with you. And from the way you and Marcus have treated him, it’s no wonder.”
MARCUS
At five ‘til six, my last meeting for the day wrapped up, and I went in search of Tessa. Spying her coat and portfolio still sitting on her desk, I shook my head.
I’d warned her earlier I’d be late and told her to call Cadmus to drive her home.
Most of the floor looked deserted, apart from Jonas Chase’s office. The bastard. I seethed as I cut across the floor. Knocking politely when I really wanted to knock down the door, I planned to give Chase a piece of my mind for keeping Tessa late.
The door opened, and a weary-looking Chase blinked. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for Tessa.”
“Tessa? She left hours ago. You haven’t seen Davis out there, have you?” Jonas looked beyond me.
“What do you mean, she left hours ago?”
Jonas frowned. “I let her go around four. She’s been working so hard lately. Are you sure she’s not still here?”
“Her coat is in her office. I’ll check upstairs.”
“I’ll go with you,” Jonas offered.
About to deny him, I changed my mind at the last instant. Better to have your enemies close, I thought. Except for an enemy, Jonas looked surprisingly concerned.
We dashed upstairs and found only a few executives working. Tessa was nowhere in sight. After checking and rechecking the opposite stairwells, we returned to Tessa’s office and studied the area, searching for some hint she’d recently been there.
Jonas scowled. “I hate to think this might have anything to do with it, but Michael Davis is late on some correspondence I’ve been waiting on. He hasn’t answered my phone calls either.”
“When’s the last time you talked to him?”
“Not since a little after three.”
“Davis, as in the little asshole I knocked into the wall yesterday?”
Jonas nodded. “The same. I’m probably way off base here, right?”
