The same polished car belonging to my boss slowed and the window rolled down. No! I had almost escaped without more ofan interaction with him. Was he hunting me down to fire me? My already nasty-feeling stomach soured more.
The smidge of hope I’d had that it was just his driver was dashed to smithereens as his face came into view. His regal, chiseled, European features studied me. His expression was much too serious, as it had been in all the other interactions between us.
“Get in.” The low hanging sun caused his eyes to glint, almost a sparkling gold. There were the barest of smile lines framing his magnetic eyes. Just looking at him made me lightheaded.
“Mr. Astor.” I took a step back with my hands up in a ‘stop’ motion as I looked around. It was after usual work hours, but with the sky still lit up, someone could easily see us and recognize him.
“I need to speak to you,” he insisted, eyebrow cocking expectantly. I pursed my lips, sweeping my gaze around, fighting the strongest urge to take off running. The fact that he was my boss kept me in place, and that I’d likely trip and fall on my face with how I was feeling. His door popped open. And his large hand wrapped around the doorframe as he exited. I stepped back again. The car warbled . . . I felt sick. I rubbed my eyes and sucked in a breath to hopefully chase off the vertigo.
Heat flushed my skin. He was coming much too close. I blinked to focus my vision, there were multiple of him. My legs crumpled?—
Chapter Three
Ileaned forward in the chair beside my bed, studying her face; the bow of her lips and the high cheekbones. I’d thought of her all day to the point that everyone had noticed my distraction.
All I could see was her. I wanted her with every fiber of my being. I’d tried convincing myself to keep my distance, and I’d been on the verge of asking Judy to draw up termination paperwork. That hadn’t happened. With each second separated from the woman, I’d craved her more, antsy to get inside her cunt.
This unnatural desire left me with one option.
On the way back to the office, I texted my lawyer to draw up an NDA and have it delivered to me. My mind was made up. I’d have her until I rid myself of this ungodly ache in my balls.
A groan reached my ears, causing my cock to jerk. She still slept, but her eyes moved behind her closed eyelids as if in the throes of a nightmare.
The doctor had left an hour ago, and she still hadn’t woken up. Pacing wouldn’t rid me of the energy coursing through my body. I settled next to her and clasped her hand, the only way I’d been able to keep myself from calling the physician back here.
She affected me viscerally. It wasn’t just her looks; I had fucked women with renowned beauty. It wasn’t her youth; I’d been around plenty of women her age and had never been tempted.
Her essence called to mine, and I didn’t want to let it go. All last night, I’d thought of her. What was she doing? Was she safe? Had she gone out in this poor weather? It did not stop, and it slowly drove me mad. I had no sleep. I’d woken to pace all night. Only when I saw her with her head so angelically resting on her forearms, did relief flood me.
A softness I didn’t have experience with.
Could she be my Scent Match?
Elation swam through my stomach, expanding at an alarming rate. Having a Scent Match was never high on my priority list, but I wasn’t opposed to it.
Innocence curved the soft curves of her mouth.
She can’t be mine. . . she was too . . . green.
She groaned and kicked her legs out, uncovering them. She sucked in a breath and started shivering. I reached to cover her, gently tucking the blanket around her. She huffed and thrashed again until she was free. She wouldn’t fucking stop trembling.
I shot to my feet.
What could I do to help her? She seemed so miserable, and I’d never taken care of another person. I didn’t recall ever being sick myself.
I yanked my phone out and dialed the physician back.
“She keeps kicking the blankets off her, but she hasn’t stopped shaking.” I barked.
Silence and then a sigh.
“Baron,” I hissed my brother’s name.
“You know, you’re incredibly worked up over this girl.”
I gritted my teeth. “I don’t need yourfuckingcommentary?—”
“Don’t bite my head off, damn. I ran tests on her blood and there’s nothing wrong with her, nor is she pregnant.” I stiffened. That hadn’t even occurred to me. “Leave her be, make sure she has liquids and a meal on standby for when she wakes up. Her blood pressure was low. Exhaustion, a fever, and hunger are a concoction for passing out.” Was that so hard for him to say? “I’ll hang up before?—”
