Page 51 of Handsome Devil
BrownEyedGrrrl
Chapter Nine
Devi
Shiiiit.
I scrolled back through that email conversation, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when it veered off the rails. And who steered it there first.
Him. Definitely him. Suggesting that I had a crush on him in high school? And that I had some kind of leftover feelings that I was trying to hide right now?
Wrong.
Although… that was Kindergarten shit compared to me basically accusing him of fondling himself while we conversed.
And that last email about making a sex tape? Waaaaaay the hell over the line.
Oops.
He just got me all worked up, with all histell me how you really feelandif you want me that badbullshit. He was trying to get under my skin and it worked.
A little.
But I could go on like this for a while. He’d run out of steam on this long before I did, for sure.
Plus, I didn’t have a sex tape scandal hanging over me.
As I’d told him, though, the fight was unfair. He had me way outgunned. If he wanted to do battle with me, he’d have to expect me to go straight for the jugular. Hit up his vulnerable spots with everything I had. And the only potentially vulnerable spot I was aware of was that sex tape scandal.
So that was what I did.
As a consequence, I was now waiting for his security guys to knock on my door and drag me out of here.
They didn’t come.
Dane didn’t, either. No more emails. Nothing. So I supposed the conversation was really over.
Finally.
He’d tried to flex his muscles and I’d put him in his place. Not gently.
When I poked my head out of my office, the door to “his” office was open… and he was gone. I crept out to reception but saw no sign of him. Suri wasn’t at her desk; I found one of our interns, Kyle, covering for her.
“Where’s Suri?”
Kyle startled. “She had a dentist appointment. She should be back soon.”
“Oh. I forgot that was today. Did she not tell you to let me know when he stepped out?”
“Uh…”
I pointed over his shoulder at the window behind him. “Mr. Davenport. I was supposed to be alerted if he left.”
Kyle’s shoulders drew up. “Suri told me. I’m so sorry. I was distracted. He told me to write up my job description and I’m kinda nervous.” He pointed at the laptop he was hunched over.
“What? Wait. Stop what you’re doing right now.”
“But he said—”
