He smirked. “Dude. Do I look like a girl?”
Little shit.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think you want me to answer that.”
“Dude, you’re funny,” he said, but gave me an obviously forced laugh before cutting himself off and shrugging. “Bellamy’s busy. I’m JJ. I can show you to Indigo’s office. Follow me.”
I nodded, stepping through the secret door and into a large, bright space, where a few cubicles were set up near the windows. JJ continued through the slight maze, stopping in front of a large door, and knocking.
“Get off of me!” Indigo’s muffled voice growled through the door.
I shoved JJ out of the way and pushed open the door to find some asshole pushing Indigo up against the wall. I didn’t hesitate, grabbing the back of his neck with one hand and his arm with my other. I pulled him off Indigo, tripping him over my boot so he fell flat on his ass. Once he was down on the ground, I settled a knee into his chest and wrapped my hand around his throat.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” I growled, then glanced at Indigo who was rubbing her arms. “You okay?”
She nodded, tears sliding down her face which intensified my rage, so I focused back on the asshole now gasping for breath.
“I can’t breathe,” he bit out.
“That’s the least of your problems right now,” I snapped.
“Let him up, Hyde,” Indigo whispered. “Cliff was just leaving.”
Instead of releasing my hold, I dug my knee harder in his chest. Cliff squealed like a pig.
“Jekyll,” Indigo pressed. “Seriously. Let him up.”
I eased up and glared at him. “Consider this your first and final warning. If you ever come near her again, I’ll finish the job.”
I stood, letting Cliff get his own ass off the floor. He did it slowly, his hand on his throat. “You can forget any future donations from me or my company,” he threatened.
“I’ll put a note on my calendar to cry tomorrow,” Indigo retorted.
By the time Cliff got to his feet, an overweight security guard arrived, out of breath, but ready to do his job, escorting Cliff from the building.
“Who the fuck was that?” I demanded.
“Clifford Thayer.”
“Who the fuck is Clifford Thayer?” I hissed.
“No one,” Indigo said, ushering JJ out of her office, and closing the door. “What are you doing here?”
“Apparently what your so-called security can’t,” I growled.
“I had it under control.”
“Babe, you need to fill me in on what the fuck just happened here.”
“Cliff thought I owed him a date because he sent me more flowers. It’s so not a big deal.” She crossed her arms. “What are you doing here?”
I handed Indigo her wallet. “You forgot this.”
“Oh, shit. Seriously?” She took it from me and set it on her desk. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I crossed my arms and studied her. “Who was that?”
“No one.”
