I follow him through the door and shut it behind me. I’m going to assume this is a private conversation considering he’s only let me inside his office less than a handful of times.
I wait for him to speak.
He rounds his desk and takes a seat in his brown leather high-back chair.
“I need you to do something for me.”
I stare at him, waiting for the punchline.
“I’m having an issue with Mr. Bailey. He’s stepping out of line, and I need you to deal with him.”
“Deal with him, sir?” I ask, because what the fuck does he mean by ‘deal’ with him?
“Yeah. I need you to do something to him like you did to the man last weekend. Rough him up a little, you know?” Emmett isn’t looking at me. He’s focused on his computer.
Coward.
I don’t say anything because what is there to say?
“I want it done this weekend. We need to send him a clear message that if he does something stupid, he’ll pay the price.” He clicks on something on his computer and then stands up and grabs his phone. “We’re done here.” He waits for me to leave his office then locks it behind me.
We? How about me.
As much as I hate this order, it might be the perfect opportunity to get Conner to tell me what’s going on.
I just have to devise a plan, convince him of my intentions, and make it look like I actually roughed him up so Emmett doesn’t get suspicious.
This should go well.
Chapter 19
Lucas
Itried texting Jordan when I got home last night about scheduling our date this weekend, but she never responded.
She’s acting skittish but she only gets until this afternoon and then game on. I’m not going to wait around for her to message me back. Instead, I’ll just show up to her apartment and make sure she knows I’m serious.
As serious as my job will let me be. To be honest, since she moved out of the house, I feel more distracted than ever.
I would give anything to have her around all the time because I can’t stop thinking about her. It doesn’t matter if I’m at work or on my daily run, she’s always on my mind. I’m not sure what has her pulling away, but I need to show her with actions that she means more to me than a quick fuck.
There’s a live band at the brewery tonight, in honor of Halloween next week, and I want to take her out to see them. I wonder when the last time she had some real fun was. I know she has her best friend at the coffee shop, but she has a kid so I can’t imagine her and Jordan going out all that often. And then there’s the issue of money.
Kyle took his job seriously as her social media manager and got her a bunch of new clients and I know that will help her financially, but to what extent I’m not sure.
There’s a lot we don’t talk about. In fact, I would say there’s a big chunk of her life that she’s purposefully left out of our conversations, almost like she’s hiding something.
Not almost. She is.
I can read her like a book. And like I told myself, I’m not going to do a background check on her, but it’s getting more and more tempting every day.
She rarely talks about her mom and dad, and when she does, she gets this faraway look on her face. From the little she’s said, I can deduce that her mom is gone. But her dad? That’s a different story.
I want her to open up to me.
Pot meet kettle, I know.
But to be fair, I do want to open up to her too. I just can’t. Not yet. Not when there’s still a lot of job left to do.
