I tapped my right foot in irritation.
“Okay,” I growled. “I have feelings, and I’m right here. Your comments were extremely rude and hurtful.”
The men fairly vibrated in front of me with barely contained laughter. Alaric even snorted, his brown hair shaking with it. The other three weren’t faring much better.
My temperature rose, and my hands shook. “Do youknowwho I am?”
Godric rubbed at his temples with his free hand.
Rune muttered, “Yes, you’re his fuck buddy. Even if his cock could splinter your sweet little pussy in two.” He shook his head in mock sympathy. “Really, sweetheart, you might have fangirled with my man here. But he’s too much of a brute for you.”
My nostrils flared. “I’m Poppy Carvene, asshole.”
The elevator halted, just as it went completely silent inside. I grinned in malicious delight. “That’s right. Carvene, you pricks. And believe me, there was no fangirling for yourmanhere when I found out who he was. I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual for him too. So shut your damn mouths.”
The elevator doors opened on the top floor.
They stood frozen in place, not moving.
Blocking our way with their blank expressions.
Godric growled with hostility, “Get out!”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Godric didn’t release my arm when we stepped out of the elevator. His fury continued to rise with each step he took to a waiting area on our left behind a glass wall. The flare of his nostrils was impressive, along with the pink flush to his dark complexion. He yanked the glass door open and hauled me inside.
His friends, now carefully mute, followed us in and began taking seats in the room. They watched me with distrust in their eyes, not looking away. It was slightly intimidating with all that masculinity watching me like they were going to attack at any minute.
An assistant sat behind a desk identical to the one in the main lobby. He peered up from his work, a small look of surprise flashing in his eyes when he saw Godric pulling me along behind him.
“Sir, is there anything I can get you?”
“Just hold my calls, Reed. And cancel my seven o’clock meeting,” Godric griped. He opened the lone door and shoved me inside the room. He followed me in and peered out the door, ordering, “No one disturbs me.”
He slammed the door shut, and barked, “Lock.”
Wonderful.
I was locked in a room with my father’s enemy.
Godric turned to face me and unbuttoned his suit jacket. He leaned back against his door and crossed his arms over his impressive chest. His golden regard scanned my features, and then he stared hard into my eyes.
“I know we said we would contact each other again, but after what happened, I didn’t expect you to come to me.” His voice was restrained calm. “So what are you doing here, Poppy? Are you spying on me?”
I rubbed at my bicep. I’d have a definite bruise there. “Are you joking? I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here.”
The brows on his forehead rose. His beautiful voice enticed me to tell the truth. “So you’re saying you were brought to my place of business against your will?”
I clicked my teeth together and grimaced. “No.”
“Then what are you saying?”
He was excellent at interrogating, his patient hunting maddening. All that hostility he had tucked away to get the answers he wanted. No emotions now showed on his features, his eyes even clearer, only intelligence lurking in their golden depths.
I shook my arm out to make the blood flow in it again. “Did you really have to hold me that tight?”
“You were going to cause a massive scene downstairs. That wouldn’t have been good for either of us. I did what I needed to get you here. My office is soundproof.” He tipped his head. “Now quit deflecting. Why are you here?”
