The buzzer beeped indicating my body scan was approved, and the guard at the door allowed me entry into the grand lobby of King Corporation. I kept my head down, covertly glancing at each person inside while we waited for everyone to be checked for hidden weapons. They weren’t allowed in this building—a new one for me. Only Corporate Army soldiers were allowed weapons in here.
Major Wilcox had bypassed the scan, her swords in full view. She nodded at the guard, smiling at him. “See you later, George.”
“Later, Anne.”
They were chummy. Good for them.
I kept to the middle of our small group as we walked further into the opulent main entrance. The area was wide and open, the ceiling three stories tall. There were splashes of blue in the elegant ivory tiling. Plants and long blue cushioned benches were placed on the outer edges and the back wall near the elevators. An ivory, half-moon concierge desk sat in the center of the room for anyone with questions, the woman behind the desk dressed in black business attire.
The main floor was simple. And elegant.
Expensive.
It also allowed many,manypeople to stand and talk with one another. I couldn’t even see everyone the farther we walked, our destination the elevators. A quiet murmuring started around us, though, and the whispers were excited. I didn’t like the anticipation of the crowd’s demeanor.
Major Wilcox turned to face us, stopping our progress, and practically rolled her eyes. “Apparently, we will have a Mr. King sighting.” She tipped her head behind us. “I believe I heard he’s walking through the door now.”
Fuck no.
I quickly ducked out of our group, completely unnoticed with all the tall people standing around. With sweat beading my brow, I weaved as quickly as I could to the back of the room. There had been a restroom sign somewhere along the wall. My eyes darted, scanning as fast as I could.
There it was.
I ducked inside just as two women ran out the door in a hurry. They were certainly Mr. King fans from the way they straightened their skirts and finger-combed their hair in a rush. I shut the door quickly and glanced under the stalls looking for feet.
No one else was in here with me.
I opened the door a crack to peek outside.
The crowd parted, and he was there strolling through the lobby. No one overtly stared at him, all pretending they were still talking with their co-workers. Godric acted as if no one else was around except for the four men he was walking and laughing with. They all wore pristine suits, but those were certainly tailor made because those men were just as muscled as Godric was.
He and his friends were frightening.
And sexy. All of them a treat to the eye.
I ground my teeth together when Major Wilcox pulled the ladies from their ogling and took them to the elevators. The elevator chimed too soon, and they all disappeared inside. What floor they were going to, I hadn’t a damn clue.
But I couldn’t move since Godric’s group had stopped in the middle of the lobby to discuss bullshit for all I knew.
My red brows furrowed as I watched.
Godric paused and sniffed the air.
He blinked ever so slowly and began looking at each person outside of his group. His tawny curls brushed his shoulders as his head turned to the side in his perusal, allowing me a great view of his profile. The bastard was just as striking to look at in the morning light.
One of his friends with white hair touched his arm and asked him a question, apparently noticing his distracted state.
Godric held up a quick finger, shushing him. He sniffed the air once more, and then his steps were measured when he started walking again, his black dress shoes silent on the tiling. Right in my damn direction.
I quickly shut the door. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
My wide eyes stared at the ivory door as I slowly backed away from it. He wouldn’t go in the ladies’ room. That didn’t make any sense. I froze in the middle of the bathroom when the door banged open, caught by the predator.
Godric stopped in his tracks, his nostrils flared. Golden eyes pierced mine for a full half minute while he just stood in the entrance, his hand still holding the door open.
The man with the white hair cleared his throat from outside and peered around Godric’s head toward me. “Is there an issue, God?”
“God?” I blinked then. My voice was full of derision. “I know you’re an egomaniac, but you don’t seriously let people call you that, do you?”
