“But I need you to trust me right now.”
“What are you up to?”
“Can’t I do a little something to make my bestie feel better?” She pouts.
“Well, yes,” I start.
“Exactly,” She cuts me off, “Let’s go.”
I grumble the entire way up to the twelfth floor where several of our luxury suites are. Willow knocks a few doors down and then opens without waiting for an answer. My scolding is on the tip of my tongue but then I see a whole team inside with Sophia.
My mouth clamps shut.
“There you are!” Sophia smiles sweetly, “Come, sit, sit! There isn’t a lot of time.”
Willow shoves me toward her and then she bolts, the door slamming closed behind her.
“What the fuck is going on!?”
“Come,” Sophia ushers me, not answering me. I doubt she even knows but still.
“Such a pretty face,” She compliments as she holds my chin, tilting my face side to side as if wanting to get all my angles. “I know exactly what to do.”
And then she does it, and I sit silently, accepting it in utter confusion. And when she’s done, my hair is tugged and brushed and pinned.
“Stunning,” She breathes, “Absolutely stunning.”
“I’m sorry,” I blink rapidly, “What the hell is going on?”
She checks her watch, “Oop, would you look at the time! I’ve gotta run, you look beautiful though. Have a great day!”
What the hell!?
Before I even realize what’s happening, I’m standing in the hall outside the bedroom, the door firmly closed behind me.
This is starting to freak me the fuck out, so I do a Willow and I bolt, heading back down and rushing toward the offices. Sweet isolation beckons a few feet away and I lunge, closing the gap as my hand tugs on the office door frantically, and then I slam it behind me.
I don’t like this.
I don’t like this at all.
I rest my head on the door, careful because you know, make up, and take a breath.
But then it gets lodged in my throat when I hear the voice from behind me.
“Hello, kitten.”
I spin around, eyes wide, hands shaking to find Malakai sitting behind my desk.
And he looks utterly devastating.
In a three-piece light grey suit, he relaxes in my chair, hands resting behind his head which stretches the material of that suit over every expanse of him.
“Malakai,” I breathe.
“Did you miss me?” His mouth cocks up into a half smile but behind it and swimming in his eyes is hesitation, fear… longing.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
