And it’s been working—until now. Because now, I have to help my brothers turn the world as we know it upside down.
And it would be a little less nerve-wracking, except for the fact that this fiery brunette just came storming in and verbally assaulted me. And what’s wilder is that it made my dick hard.
Not a lot of people in my life tell me what to do or how to do it. I get away with a lot. I’m the youngest wild child of the richest man on the planet. And I was the mistress’s kid. The bastard. So I didn’t exactly have a reputation to uphold, and it helps me remain pretty sure of myself. The self-fulfilling prophecy never disappoints.
But then Wren walked in and metaphorically bitch-slapped me a few times. And I can’t stop thinking about it. She’s enraging and infuriating and condescending, and all I want to do is bend her over a fucking desk until all that smart little mouth can say is my name.
I shake off the image of her. Her tight little skirt. Her blouse that left little to the imagination. Those perfect fucking curves of her body that my hands were itching to explore. Her pouty lips that I wanted to take in my teeth. The big brown eyes that could have had me down on my goddamn knees.
But I still don’t trust her.
Not that I don’t believe the stories. I do.
I just have this gut feeling that justice isn’t the only reason Wren brought this to us.
And now it’s up to me to find out why she’s really here.
The elevator moves slowly down from the eighty-third floor, and I sigh as I lean back against the wall. It dings and comes to a halt at the seventy-third floor. The doors open, and I feel my stomach flip and my dick twitch.
She gets on without looking at me, but just as she goes to press the button for the lobby, she realizes it’s me.
I see her roll her eyes and let out a sigh.
“Missed me, huh?” I ask. She scoffs, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How’d you end up on the seventy-third floor?”
“I walked,” is all she offers.
“Ten flights?” I ask. She nods.
I wait a bit before I say anything else, taking the opportunity to scour her with my eyes. Her calves flex in her pointy heels. But after a few moments, I notice one of her feet tapping nervously. Then I notice that she’s chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes staring ahead at the screen that ticks away each floor as we pass.
“You seem a little, uh…nervous,” I finally say. “I promise I don’t bite.”
She scoffs again, turning her head slightly toward me. Her long raven-colored locks slide over her shoulder as her eyes meet mine.
“You, I can handle,” she says.We’ll see about that.“I’m not afraid of a spoiled rich boy. It’s small spaces that make me nervous. And this ride seems to be never-ending.”
I look ahead at the lights.
Only twenty more floors to go.
“Ah, that’ll do it,” I say. My instinct is to continue poking the bear, but she seems genuinely uncomfortable. “Looks like we’re almost there.”
“Yeah,” she breathes, and I can tell just by her voice that the cool, controlled persona she had earlier has vanished.
She clears her throat.
“Look, I—” I start to say, but then the elevator jolts to a stop, and it feels like the floor bottoms out beneath me.Fuck.
I grab the railing behind me with one hand, to steady myself, as her hands frantically begin to hit the buttons in front of us. Now, the screen doesn’t read a floor at all. Instead, the word “stop” flashes on it, accompanied by an awful buzzing sound.
“Oh, my…” she starts to say. “Did we…uh…did we just…”
Her face is pale, and there are already little beads of sweat forming on her forehead. I step forward, pressing a few buttons. I look around for an emergency exit then open the emergency door and hold the large red button in.
“Hello?” someone answers from the speaker in front of us.
“Hi, yeah, we are stuck on the elevator. It just stopped on the twentieth floor.”
