Is he kidding me?
Today is not the day to fuck with me, Harrison Davenport.
Something comes over me, and I see red, so I turn around and march into Becks’s office building.
“Hello, welcome to Abbott. May I help you?”
I smile, probably looking marginally deranged, “Hello. I’m here to see Harrison Davenport.”
“I don’t see any guests in the system, miss.”
“Oh, that’s because it’s a surprise visit. You can tell him Juliette, hisfriend, is here to see him.”
The security officer looks down at my shaky hands before taking my ID from me. I need to get a handle on myself before he escorts me out of here.
“Hi, Lauren? It’s Derrick from lobby security. I have a Miss Juliette Caldwell here. She says she’s a friend of Mr. Davenport’s, and she’d like to see him.”
He covers the receiver. “She’s checking,” he says, then lifts the phone to his ear again, nodding to whateverLaurenis saying.
“This way, miss.” Derrick leads me to the elevator, which promptly shuts behind me.
The sound of it closing is like an instant shock to my system, snapping me back to reality.
Oh. My. God.
What the hell am I doing?
I need to get out of this elevator right this very moment!
“Where are all the buttons?” I mumble in a panic and run my hands all over the elevator walls. Why does everything have to be so freaking high-tech? It’s all digital, and I can’t change the floor number.
I frantically look through my bag for my cell phone to call Becks for help. I’m not sure what the hell she can do, considering she doesn’t work for the elevator company, but maybe she knows about some magical emergency stop button somewhere.
No service.
Great, just fucking great.
The elevator zooms to the top floor, and I can feel my pulse pick up. Maybe if I pass out, I’ll forget this is happening. I’d never have that kind of luck; instead, the doors are going to open any second now, and I have to hope I don’t throw up from nerves.
Breathe, Juliette, breathe.
When the doors open, I’ll stay here until they close and bring me back down.
The perfect plan. I think to myself until the doors open.
There stands the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on, in his dark navy, perfectly tailored suit and crisp white shirt, who’s staring back at me like he can’t decide if he wants to kill me or fuck me.
Even though I’m so angry with him, I’d gladly pick the latter to avoid Harrison’s wrath.
My body stays still while my brain tells me to speak up and tell him I’ve made a mistake, but I stand there like a statue until he steps into the elevator and cups my elbow to pull me out.
There’s no chance to protest or run. I can feel all eyes are on me as my heels clickety-clack down the hall while Harrison pulls me along, leading me into his office.
He locks the door behind us, silencing me when I open my mouth. Then, grabbing a remote out of his drawer, he presses a button to frost the glass of his corner office. All while leaning his behind on his desk, crossing his legs and bulging arms, dominating the room.
He lifts his chin in my direction, “You may speak.”
I may speak?
