While praying my gut was wrong as I felt his eyes boring holes into the top of my skull.
9
Jospeh
I claspedmy hands in front of me as the elevator shot us straight down into the garage.
I clenched my hands until my fingertips went numb, then I started curling my toes just so I didn’t say anything.
Being trapped in an elevator with Becca was like being trapped in a dark room with my worst fucking nightmare, and all I wanted was to blow through the roof of our metal encasement and find any other way out of this damned building.
But, when the doors opened, there was a man in a suit standing on the other side.
“Figured I’d find you here,” the man said.
Becca snickered. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to pick you up for our date. When I went by your place and you weren’t there, I figured the Bossman here made you stay late.”
He works here?
I pushed my way out of the elevator. I didn’t care what kind of plans they had. All I cared about was getting home and--.
“Tommy, please stop this,” Becca said.
I slowed my walking as that name dawned on me. Tommy. As in, Thomas Lancaster? I’d had a couple of H.R. reports about him on my desk over the past year or so. But why the hell did I care? Sure, he flirted with the girls a bit too much. Didn’t we all whenever we were desperate to get laid?
“Come on, Becca, you know you want to come out with me.”
That statement halted me in my tracks, though.
“Tommy, cut it out, okay? We aren’t dating. We aren’t together. Just leave me alone,” Becca said.
I peered over my shoulder as the shadows of the underground garage cloaked me. I watched that man keep in stride with Becca as she made her way up the row of cars. And as I watched that man follow her, I noticed something.
She was fiddling with her keys in her hand.
“Just one night, that’s all I’m asking. One night to rock your world and flip it upside down. I’m telling you, there’s a chemistry here.”
And at that statement, Becca whipped around. “The only chemistry here is me wanting to explode with rage every time you pop up. I’m sorry that I had to ditch our drinks when I had to work late that one night, but now I consider it a favor Mr. Ryker did me.”
He scoffed. “A favor? What the fuck are you saying?”
She stood her ground. “I’m saying that I want nothing to do with you. You’re a predator. You’re stalking me. You got my address out of my employee file for crying out loud.”
He did what?
And that’s when I watched him back her against a car. “Keep your damn voice down. You want me to get in trouble with--?”
I started walking toward them. “With whom, Mr. Lancaster?”
He quickly whipped around and tried to shield Becca, but I saw the fear in her eyes. The anger. The hesitancy. She was still fiddling with her keys, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was trying not to get into her car until he was gone.
And while I had a great distaste for her, no one in my company was going to act in such a poor manner.
Mr. Lancaster’s eyes grew wide. “It’s nothing. Just a couple’s spat.”
I peered over his shoulder. “Have you two declared your relationship with H.R.?”
