I just make it to the door of the ladies’ room when I hear the elevator ding.
I slam it open and nearly fall inside as it swings shut behind me. I don’t even have time to wonder if Vigo saw me before I race for a stall, all the coffee and eggs I ate for breakfast coming back up.
My knees hit the tile floor as I hang onto the toilet.
There is a certain bliss in being this sick. It’s all I can think about, the rest of the world fades away.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rush
The bathroom doorno more than closes when the elevator opens, Vigo Sinclair appearing in the large open reception space of my office.
He’s a striking man, but his slicked-back hair and hawkish nose, along with beady eyes, make him look like a weasel to me. Just behind him are two of his nephews.
Two of my security guards step out of the elevator to his right. The elevator door to his left opens, and more of my security appears.
While I don’t think he’ll try to kill me in the middle of a crowded office, one can’t be too careful with a snake like Vigo.
From the stairwell, Killian appears, his long black jacket flapping behind him. The gang is all here.
“Watch him,” I mouth to my brother, and then start for the bathroom. What the fuck is Gigi doing?
I pass Vigo, who glares at me. “Don’t have time for me?”
I don’t look, don’t respond. He can fucking wait. He’s the one who showed up uninvited.
Killian passes by me too, his gaze drawn into a frown, an oddity for him in a situation like this. Normally, he’d look…blank.
I wait for Vigo to be shown into the conference room and then I push into the ladies’ bathroom.
Likely not my finest moment, but Gigi should know better.
But I’m not a foot in the door when I hear the retching.
I bend down and catch the sight of her heels, tossed aside, as her knees rest on the porcelain tile.
The vomiting stops, her ass plopping on the floor. “Gigi?”
She gasps. “Rush. I’m so sorry. I just…”
“You’re sick,” I say as I push at the door of her stall. Which isn’t locked. I find her in the stall, her head resting on her arm, resting on the toilet seat.
She looks pale, her eyes huge and watery as she stares up at me. I scoop her up into my arms and carefully turn, exiting the stall and then the bathroom.
“You can’t,” she says weakly in my arms. “Your meeting.”
“He can wait,” I rumble. In fact, tactically, the longer I make him wait the better. It will take all the power out of his impromptu visit.
“But…” Gigi is limp in my arms as I reach the elevator bank and push the button. The door slides open and I step into one of the elevators with her. “Can they see us?”
The conference room is equipped with fogging glass and it’s opaque now. Thank you, Killian. “No. They can’t.”
She melts into me. Is she embarrassed?
I brush a kiss over her forehead as the doors slide closed. It only takes a few seconds for us to reach our floor. Opening her apartment, I bring her inside and slide her into her bed. She crumples like a blanket but then sits up again… “Emma.”
“Emma will be fine in school.”
