“Good morning. Are you my escort today? Is there a rotation I should be aware of?” I rag on him.
“Yeah, I fought to get every day, but Luke won the thumb war and now I only get Wednesdays and Fridays.” He displays a quirky frown in jest after he scans his palm and eye.
I bite my lip to hide my smile, not wanting to be the one to break first. “I didn’t think old men still play thumb war.”
“Who are you calling old?” He shoots at me over his shoulder as we enter the elevator.
I settle into the space next to him, and we both face the doors as they close. “Not you, that’s for sure.”
As soon as the light from the lobby is cut off, Rory spins to me, backing me into the wall. He takes my coffee and pastry, tossing them over his shoulder, and his lips cover mine.
If he had done anything other than kiss me, I would have caused a stink about my food, but I love the way his lips feel on mine.
His resounding moan shoots straight to my core as I slip my tongue into his mouth, and my hands dive into his silky-smooth locks.
He grips my backside, guiding my hips to grind against his front, drawing a whimper from my throat.
The maddening ding of the elevator ends the moment, and I pull my lips back from Rory’s. He groans in protest, causing me to smirk.
“Do you greet every employee like that?”
“Just you, Dream Girl.” He kisses me one more time, then takes a step back, righting his clothing.
I do the same, and my eyes move to my ruined breakfast. Either I need to order more food or deal with not having a meal.
“I’ll get you something else,” Rory offers.
“I can take care of it,” I resist.
Rory blinks in surprise. “That’s a first. I’ve never had a woman refuse a gift from me.”
“There’s a first for everything,” I quip and exit the elevator, but I’m pulled up short when I find Luke and Hunter standing a few feet away with their heads bent together and talking in hushed tones.
Rory clears his throat behind me, a clear signal to Hunter and Luke because they react by ending their discussion and standing up straight.
Instead of questioning what’s going on, I walk away and head for Hunter’s office, where I worked the other day with all threemen trailing behind me. Their whispered argument drifts to my ears, but I’m unable to interpret their exact words.
I make it to the conference table, dropping my bag in my chosen seat, and turn to face Hunter, Rory, and Luke. They stand at the opposite end of the table, blocking my path to the door like a brick wall. But only if a brick wall were made up of sexy men who make my brain fog with needs that I’ve never wanted satisfied by another before.
Crossing my arms, I plant my feet. “Is this some kind of intervention? You all look so serious.”
Luke speaks up first. “We’re not going to pretend like yesterday didn’t happen.”
I came here today, resigned to the fact that they probably figured out my parentage, but now with the reality in front of me, I want to run and hide. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come into work. I know you hired me to do a job and?—”
“That’s not what this is,” Hunter interrupts.
My mouth pulls into a puzzled twist. “Then what’s happening here? Am I being fired?”
“No,” Luke answers. “It’s about yesterday.”
“You said that already,” I remind them.
“Savannah,” Rory releases a breath. “The FBI showed up and dragged you away.”
“They didn’t drag me. I went willingly,” I insist.
Luke snorts. “Semantics.”
