Great, just great. I got kidnapped by a guy whose assistant was in love with him and thought I was his latest fuck buddy.
She stalked past me, her hips swaying in her black pencil skirt, and lifted the lid on the pastry box.
“Do you have someone else coming in for a meeting?” she asked. “I didn’t see anyone on the schedule this morning.”
“No, I wanted to make sure Carina was able to get what she wanted.”
His tone was absent, and his attention remained on his computer screen, but I was pretty sure that Poppy was staring at me. And staring hard.
My face burned as I sipped my café mocha, but I didn’t look at Poppy.
“I see,” she murmured. “Thanks for the treats.”
She selected a Danish and an apple tart from the box and left his office without another word.
I wanted to ask Daniel if I was stepping on her toes by staying with him, but realized that I wasn’t a willing participant in any of this, so it wasn’t my fault and I shouldn’t feel any guilt about it.
Feeling better, I walked back over to the box and stared at the contents, trying to figure out what I really wanted next. Because, damn him, Daniel had been right when he said that the chocolate croissant wasn’t going to cut it.
I’d just picked up a slice of pumpkin loaf with cream cheese drizzle when the phone on his desk rang.
“Daniel Ayres,” he answered.
Whoever was on the other end of the line was yelling. I could tell because I could hear their voice even though I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
“Hold on, hold on,” Daniel said. “I need you to slow down.”
The yelling continued but not quite as loud as before.
Daniel’s brows lowered into a fierce frown. Suddenly, he wasn’t just a beautiful man. He looked dangerous and more than a little mean.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.
The yelling stopped so I couldn’t hear the caller’s voice anymore, but Daniel’s frown increased.
“I’ll be right there,” he said, slamming the phone down.
I put the last bite of pumpkin loaf in my mouth and washed it down with coffee as he scrubbed his hands over his face. When he was done, he looked up at me, his gaze piercing.
“Did you get enough to eat?”
I shrugged in response.
“Good, because we have to leave.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I could stay but he merely shook his head before I could speak.
“No, you’re not staying here. I don’t trust you.”
The man had to be a mind reader because I fully intended to delete a few files from his computer. And change his background to something he would absolutely hate.
I scoffed but didn’t argue. He shouldn’t trust me because I probably wouldn’t be here when he got back. He might have taken my keys out of my purse (I’d checked on the ride into town) but I had a spare in a magnetic compartment in the wheel well of my car. I could report my phone as lost and get the hell out of here.
He got to his feet and headed toward the door. I stayed where I was and continued to drink my coffee. I was getting mighty tired of this…this vampire thinking he could snap his fingers and I’d follow him around like a tiny puppy.
I made a show of picking through the bakery box when his footsteps made their way back down the hall.
“Are you coming?” he asked.
