In my ear, subtle, slimy, and brackish, “I’m a little surprised that it’s taken you this long. I’ve been watching you, shifting uncomfortably in that seat of yours—trying to take control—but I see you, Adelaide.”The shifting is from anxiety, bastard.
It took immense strength to not cringe when his dry lips brushed against my ear. “I know you want is for me to fuck you in front of all these people.” He pulled away with a rakish smile.
“Harry,” I whispered. “People are watching.”
He merely pressed me closer to him. A stiff erection prodded against my stomach.
Panic expanded in my chest.
I needed someone to…
I didn’t like this… please… no… I…
“If I was a gentleman, I’d ask you to kindly let go of my woman. But since I’m not, I’ll tell you to get your dirty fucking hands off my wife.”
Christian.
EIGHTEEN
CHRISTIAN
EARLIER THAT DAY
“I’m hereto meet with Harry Samuels.”
The younger secretary startled at my voice. He pushed his glasses up behind before looking up at me and stuttered. “R-right. Um…” He clicked on his computer. “Your name… sir?”
“Christian Hayes.”
His elbow pushed into a cup of coffee which spilled over his shirt.
“Crap.” He looked up at me, momentarily scared. “I’m sorry about this.”
“Who’s here, puppet?” Harry’s door slammed down the long hallway that led to Adelaide’s office. Panic flooded the young man’s eyes and he quickly looked around for something to cover up the stain on his shirt.
I took my coat off and offered it to him. “Take this.”
“Oh no, you don’t have to…”
Footsteps got closer and closer.
Raising a brow, “My arm’s getting tired.”
He snatched the coat and threw it over himself. He was tall, extremely skinny, and a little more than awkward. Recently graduated written all over his face.
“Who is—” Harry stopped at the sight of me. A sly smile appeared. “Ah, Mr. Hayes. What asurprise.”
“Harry,” I greeted. “Always a pleasure.”
Harry glanced at the younger secretary before beckoning me to follow after him. “Congratulations on your new relationship with Adelaide, Mr. Hayes. I never would have suspected it.” He opened the door and waited for me to head inside first.
“Ms. Mikael,” I snapped. The idiot had a niche for saying Adelaide’s name when it was only mine. He had no respect for female authority.
A couple of years ago, Osama put together a file on him. He was a part of a misogynistic reddit group that frequently commented on how women should go back to their traditional roles. He felt emasculated and as I quote,unprotectedwhen a woman was in charge.
Was he a fucking dog that needed protection?
He wrinkled up his nose. “I’m sorry?”
