Page 85 of Lost to Thievery
Desperate much, Ava?
He chuckled, nuzzling my nose. “Soon. I promise.”
I sighed, accepting my fate and pushed him away from me, righting my clothes. “Then get back to work, Agent Becket.”
He grinned at me, eyes roaming over my body. “Not without you, Miss Beaumont.”
I waited for Owen to close his suit jacket over his very obvious erection, then peered out the door, half expecting Director Devereux to be standing there with his disapproving glare. But the hallway was quiet, only an empty ladder and maintenance sign to be seen.
We slipped out the closet unnoticed, both grinning like fools as we made our way back to the boardroom with all our false paperwork.
Owen stopped to let me pass by the ladder first, like the true gentleman he was, then quickly pulled me in for a kiss.
My stomach flipped and my whole body broke out in goosebumps, electricity sparking from my heart, spreading through my chest.
I shook it off, cleared my throat and quickly moved past the ladder as another agent walked past the hallway, staring directly at us.
Owen followed me, gently placing his hand on my back, his thumb caressing me.
As we made it to the end of the hallway, I stopped dead in my tracks. The feelings that were plummeting through my body finally registering.
“Grayson,” I breathed in shock, adrenaline shooting through me.
I whirled and almost choked on air as my eyes landed on him. There was a coldness in his eyes, a hatred that struck me right in the chest, shaking me to my core.
He was standing on the ladder, a blue maintenance overall and cap on, glowering at me like he wanted to rip my insides out with his bare hands.
He had come out the manhole in the ceiling. And I was frozen stiff.
But Owen was already running. Grayson ripped his hate-filled eyes from me and narrowed them at Owen. I could see the calculations happening in his brain, within a split second, before he reacted.
Owen wasn’t going to win this fight.
Grayson pushed at the ladder, running up the steps as it fell towards Owen. He leaped into the air and they crashed together, Owen taking an elbow to the jaw as they went down.
Grayson was on top of Owen, pure rage contorting his face as he pulled his fist back, then swung.
Owen shifted his head, just in time and grabbed hold of Grayson’s neck, pulling him down, then kicked up, flipping Grayson over his head. Grayson rolled and sprang to his feet, his hand slamming into my throat as I charged towards them. He used my momentum to swing me around his body, positioning me between Owen and himself. My body slammed into his, his hand cutting off my oxygen.
I struggled against him, trying to get a grip on him, trying to get out if his hold, but I stilled as I felt the gun. I flinched as themetal bit into my cheek, my teeth feeling like they were about to crack from how hard he was shoving it into my face.
Owen had stopped dead in his tracks, grabbing for his gun that wasn’t in his holster anymore. So he dropped his hands, staring at Grayson with utter hatred.
Oh, gods.
“No! Don’t stopnow!” Grayson taunted Owen. “Give me a reason to pull this trigger.”
Owen stood still as a statue.
Grayson finally let go of my throat and I gasped down air. His fingers tangled painfully in my hair as he yanked my head backwards, fuming into my face. “I should have fucking killed you!”
Owen took a step forward and Grayson pushed the gun harder into me in warning.
“Fuck you,” I whimpered in pain.
“No, thanks. You smell likedog.”
Rage pumped through my veins, making my whole body shake.
