“No, you’re not,” I insisted before heading back to my desk.“Besides, anyone that has ever worked with you will know better.”
Like the tenacious hellcat that she was, she followed me to my desk, refusing to let me get away.“How do you know that?”
Pulling out the second drawer of my desk, I grabbed the jewelry box that got delivered yesterday, then placed it on the stack of files that needed my attention.“This will say otherwise.”
Chapter 10
Mitzi~
The initials on the box were enough to give me a heart attack, and just being in the same room as whatever was in that box was enough to make my hands shake a little.
When I’d woken up this morning to unrelenting messages and notifications of my engagement to Sullivan Gray, I’d been shocked.I’d been shocked enough to power down my phone completely, hoping that it’d just been some kind of crazy update glitch, but no...it hadn’t been.Sullivan had really announced our engagement to the world, and I was still reeling from how he could do such a thing.The Sullivan Gray that I’d been working for all these years hadn’t been known for being reckless, yet here we were.
Two days hadn’t been enough to forget about him, either.When Sullivan had walked me to my car, I’d been feeling a bit overwhelmed, which had led me to asking for some space, but not because I’d been confused about wanting to see him again, no.I had asked for space because I’d needed time to process what had just happened, an experience that I hadn’t expected to be so intense.
Then, when I’d woken up with those promised bruises and bite marks, I’d also woken up with no regrets.The degradation experience had been everything that I had ever dreamed of, and Sullivan had been the perfect partner to make it all happen.I hadn’t felt abused or cheated of the experience, and everything in me had wanted to invite him over to make it happen again, and that’s what had made me go radio silence.I’d woken up in over my head, and I’d needed to process my feelings to determine if they were from the sex, my breakup with Scottie, or if I really did have the hots for my boss.Always the researcher, I’d needed to assess what I’d been feeling before making my move, but because of that, I was now engaged.
I also hated how Sullivan was making it all sound so simple.He had explained every concern away like they were nothing, leaving me with no real argument.Plus, I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t very attracted to the man, and it was more than just his looks and body.I could appreciate his drive and ambition more than most, and his work ethic would never cause any problems in our relationship because I had the same kind of single-mindedness when it came to work.
Still, no matter what he said or no matter how many times I recycled it in my brain, this was crazy as hell, and did I really want to be engaged to a crazy person?Most people would say no.
“Sullivan-”
“Baby, relax,” he instructed, and it was hard not to grab something to throw at him.“It’ll be fine.”
“You haven’t even asked me if I like you,” I pointed out.“Sleeping with you doesn’t equate love.”
“No, it doesn’t,” he agreed.“But, again, that’s what the long engagement is for, Mitzi.”
Before I could say anything to that, Sullivan was grabbing the box off the desk, and my heart started slamming in my chest.Whatever was in it, I knew that it had to be worth a fortune because those were the only diamonds that Harry Winston dealt in.Though stunning, his jewelry wasn’t for the weak or the working class, and I could totally see people trying to rob me constantly.
Nothing was said as Sullivan popped the box open, and inside was the most spectacular piece of jewelry that I’d ever seen in real life.Since I wasn’t a reality television dingbat, the stone in the middle seemed excessively large for one ring, and the surrounding diamonds looked just as equally impressive.In fact, it looked more like a legit wedding ring than it did an engagement ring, and I could only imagine what he’d pick for the actual wedding set.
Christ on The Cross.
When Sullivan slipped the small fortune on my finger, the weight of it was another indication that the piece was rather expensive.While a lot of people always fawned over the stone, I knew enough to know that the metal supporting it was just as precious and just as expensive, and I’d bet my yearly salary that the ring was made from the rhodium member of the platinum family.
