Page 240 of Toxic Kiss

She puts a hand over her heart, and I fear she may actually faint. I glance at her nameplate.

“Hello, Liz. Will you be so kind as to point the way to Charles McMillian’s office, please?” I make sure to use my flirtatious voice.

She stutters, but no words form, and she ends up pointing down the hall.

“Thanks.”

Reaching into my leather jacket I pull out an autographed photo and hand it over. Her fingers tremble as she takes it from me.

“For your help.”

Pushing away from the desk I pass closed doors and wander along until the hallway opens into a larger area of fancy cubicles. There I spot my destination.

Charles McMillian III, Associate Lawyer

I recognize his assistant right away from the photos and video. She blinks and does nothing to stop me from walking right past her. I open his closed door, not caring if he’s in a meeting.

Charles looks up from his computer.

“Excuse me, I’m in the middle of a meeting here. Laura! Where are you?”

Laura runs in, but seems perplexed looking between me, Charles, and my massive guards.

“Call security and get them out of here,” Charles growls.

I smile.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He straightens his suit and then leans his hands on his desk, trying to intimidate me, but it won’t work.

“You have some nerve coming here. You’re only helping my case against you.”

“About that. You’re going to drop the charges,” I say, like it’s already a done deal.

He snorts, and my fist itches to punch him square in his smug face, but I keep my cool. I have the upper hand.

“Why the hell would I do that? I’m so looking forward to seeing you in orange and behind bars, where you and the rest of the sorry excuses for humanity belong.”

“So high and mighty.” I rub my lower lip. “That’s good. I like you up there.”

“Really, and why is that?”

I shrug.

“Because the fall is deadlier.”

I hold out my hand, and Brett passes me a thick white envelope. Charles watches it as if it’s a gun. And it is in a way. One pointed directly at his career.

I flip open the envelope.

“Charles, do you know why you shouldn’t throw stones at others?”

“What I know is that I want you out of my office and this building. I’ll see you in court.”

He sits down with a flourish, trying to dismiss me. But I continue as if he hasn’t spoken.

“You forgot that you, just like me, live in a glass house.”