Becca shook her head. “Nothing to declare, sir. We aren’t dating.”
“Shut up,” he murmured.
And that’s when I hovered over him with my briefcase clutched tightly in my hand.
“I’m very familiar with your antics regarding the women of my company, Mr. Lancaster. Aggressive flirtation and a hostile work environment? I now see where they get it.”
He scoffed. “Where who gets it?”
I set my briefcase down. “I’m only going to say this once before I fire you, so listen up: if you so much as breathe in the direction of a woman in my company without her permission again, you’re done. You hear me? I’ll make you pack your desk up so quickly it’ll make your head spin, and I’ll be sure to let anyone who calls me for a recommendation know exactly what goes on whenever you’re around.”
He clenched his jaw. “Yes, sir.”
“And in the meantime, if you so much as go near Miss Becca ever again I’ll blacklist you on this entire coast. You’ll be forced to move if you ever want a job in your sector again. So, straighten the fuck up and stop making me look like an idiot for hiring you.”
His eyes filled with anger. “Well, what if we have to work together?”
I chuckled. “Trust me, I’ll make sure that never has to happen.”
My eyes peeked back over at Becca and I saw confusion wafting over her face. I didn’t care, though. All I cared about was making sure she got out of here without him following her. The thought of anyone else having her, or taking her out, or generally demanding her presence made me sick to my fucking stomach. I hated her, sure, but that didn’t mean someone got to swoop in and turn her attention away from me.
I had more lessons to teach her, and I couldn’t if she was distracted by someone else’s dick.
Then, Mr. Lancaster smiled. “I see what’s going on here.”
“What’s going on here?” Becca asked.
Her eyes stayed locked with mine before I slid my gaze to my employee’s face. “What do you believe is going on in that twisted head of yours?”
He pointed his finger in my face. “Now, that’s enough. It is after hours and you aren’t my boss any—ow, ow, ow, OW! Holy fuck!”
“JoJo!”
I grabbed that fucker’s finger and twisted his entire arm behind his back. I slammed him against the car he pinned Becca to, causing the car alarm to start blaring while lights flashed. A little more torque, and I’d break the damn thing. But I felt the softest touch against my forearm. Warm, and comforting, and inviting.
And when I looked down, I saw her hand.
“Don’t. You know he’ll report you,” she said softly.
I gazed into her eyes before I released Mr. Lancaster. “I’ll escort you to your car.”
“The fuck is wrong with you, you maniac!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be reporting you to the damn police!”
I pointed to the security camera in the corner. “Then, I’ll make sure to release the footage of this incident. Complete with audio.”
Mr. Lancaster’s face dripped with disdain. “Fuck you.”
I grinned. “Not my type, sorry. Miss Becca?”
She nodded quickly. “Thank you for the escort.”
Then, I looked back over at a man I still wasn’t sure had a job at my company. “Get out of here before I call the police myself.”
And as I watched him run like a little bitch, my anger started to subside.
“Lead the way to your car. I’ll make sure you get out of here,” I murmured.
“Thank you, Mr. Ryker,” Becca whispered.
