“So does your head of HR,” I retort.
“She’s efficient.” Hunter shrugs.
“And horny,” I grumble as I fold my arms in front of my chest.
I don’t like him defending her. It grates against my nerves.
Another small smile, but this one is at my expense. “Jealousy doesn’t become you, Savannah Foster.”
“I’m not jealous,” I deny petulantly. All I’m missing is a foot stomp to complete the look. Then another thought occurs to me. “How do you know my name?”
He’s deliberately used my real name twice now.
Hunter tilts his head coolly. “Wasn’t hard to find.”
My neck cranes my head to face him as my words come out with a bite. “It should have been.”
“Well, it wasn’t,” he counters. The elevator dings, and Hunter steps out of the small box as the doors slide apart, not even waiting for them to open all the way. “Follow me.”
I throw my arms up, incensed. “Where else am I going to go? I’m basically locked in a tower.”
He says to me over his shoulder. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’ll be whatever I want to be,” I grouse under my breath and scurry after him. “Where are we going?”
He doesn’t reply as he leads me across a lobby a fraction of the size of the one on the first floor. We turn down a bare hallway with high ceilings and bright LED lights.
Hunter waves to the door in front of us, grasping the handle. “This is my office. I’ve acquired everything you’ll need for the task you’ve been assigned.”
As Hunter opens the door, letting me through, I begin what I want to be the lecture of a lifetime. “Just because you’re paying me, doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’m a person with feelings. And I—” The rest of my rebuke gets stuck in my throat.
My eyes widen as the attention of two men zeroes in on little old me.
Rory and Luke.
“Savannah?” They question simultaneously as if they share a brain.
Rory stands with a small glass containing a dark liquid in his hand, and his mouth hangs open. His tie is loose around his neck, and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone.
Luke sits on a small couch a few feet from Rory with a laptop open in front of him and thick black rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His brows are high, conveying the surprise we all feel.
They’re even sexier than I remember, and I’m internally cursing them for it.
“Ah.” Hunter claps his hands together, ending the shocking trance. “You know each other. Perfect. That means introductions won’t be necessary.” Stepping around me, he disregards the blanket of discomfort that has swathed the room.
Hunter goes to the cart by Rory and pours himself a drink.
Rory sets his glass down on a cart, a little too vigorously, and takes a step forward. “What’s going on here?”
“Savannah is the third party I hired,” Hunter answers, then takes a sip from his glass.
Luke points to me. “You’re Abaddon?”
This is not a conversation I can handle at the moment. I don’t want to think about what the implications of all of them being friends could mean. Avoidance and denial never helped anyone, but they’re my best friends right now.
“Mhmm,” I confirm, gathering the fake confidence I had displayed with Blair. “Well, if you don’t mind, I need to get to work.”
I stride to the conference table, covered in the items I assume Hunter said he obtained for me. Slipping my bag off my shoulder, I take the seat furthest from the three of them and pull out my own laptop.
