Page 108 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“I’ve got class this afternoon,” she told him. “What’s your plan?”
“Work.”
Since Jamie was riding shotgun, she turned her head to look back at me and Brax.
“And you two?”
“They’re going to the office with me,” Zeke stated before either of us could respond.
This was the first I was hearing of the day’s plan, but I wasn’t bothered by it in the least. I was hoping to spend more time with Zeke, not less.
“Yeah? That sounds fun.”
Oh, I got the feeling it would be anything but fun. However, I certainly didn’t mind the idea. I’d spent the better part of the week with Brax. During those times I wasn’t with Trent, anyway. Not that there had been a lot going on, but it was nice to settle back into work.
Still, I couldn’t deny that I welcomed the chance to spend some time with Zeke. I didn’t even care what he had in store for us. Based on his solitude this morning, I got the feeling he was cooking up something interesting.
When we pulled into the driveway, Jamie smiled back at us. “Thank you both for having breakfast with me. I had a great time.”
“Likewise,” Brax told her.
“Same here,” I said. “And good luck with Master Edge.”
Zeke’s gaze shot up to the rearview mirror and I knew he was looking back at me.
Jamie unbuckled her seat belt, then leaned over and kissed Zeke on the cheek. “I’ll talk to you later. Be good.”
He chuckled, a rough sound that had my balls trembling.
“I’m always good.”
“Right.” With that, Jamie hopped out of the truck and headed over to her car.
“Cowboy. Go on in and get Tank.”
Oh, shit.
“Yes, Zeke.” Brax shot me a concerned look before he got out of the truck.
When the two of us were alone, Zeke glanced back over his shoulder. The smile he shot my way spoke of dark promises.
“I’ve got something in store for you once we get to the office.”
I couldn’t look away from him. “Whatever pleases you, Zeke.”
I knew it sounded like I was taunting him and maybe I was. Just a little. The truth was, I felt more comfortable with Zeke. Although he wasn’t sharing anything about himself in words, he was opening up in other ways. I found him to be a fascinating man and I didn’t care how he interacted with us, just as long as he did.
And I suspected whatever he was cooking up was going to have me wishing I’d kept my mouth shut that morning.
Still, I was looking forward to it all the same.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ZEKE
DESPITE HIS CHOICE OF TOPICS of conversation, the pretty boy amused me. Although irritated that I had to listen to my sister discuss her visit to Dichotomy, I had to admire the way the pretty boy launched right into it while I was sitting directly across from him.
And with a smirk on his face, to boot.
The pretty boy was going to pay for that later and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it.
But right now, I was allowing the pretty boy and the cowboy to chat it up with Luci, Addison, and Dale up in the break room. I figured I’d give them some time. Allow them to relax before I sought them out and made them beg.
A knock sounded on my office door and I peered up to see Ben standing there. He was holding a mug of coffee and leaning against the doorjamb.
“Morning,” he greeted.
I leaned back in my chair and smiled. “Morning.”
For a brief moment, his eyes roamed over my face and I wondered if he was going to launch into something about how I looked different. My sister had already called it out this morning, and since I was known to give everyone shit, I figured Ben was gearing up to launch into the same thing.
He didn’t. He simply smiled, white teeth flashing in his dark face. “I thought I’d check in, see what you decided on the hiring front.”
I sighed heavily. “Heather accepted the offer and I’m still on the fence about Lance. Because I wasn’t thrilled with the other interviews, I’ve got a couple more coming in this afternoon.”
“Want my help talking to them?”
“If you’ve got time, sure.”
“Always have time for you.” He stood tall. “Send me the calendar invites and I’ll block out my afternoon.”
“Will do.” I fully expected him to say something more, but Ben simply turned and disappeared.
I stared at the empty space, which was the only reason I caught Greg trying to slip by unnoticed.
“Edge!”
He grumbled something but then appeared in my doorway.
“Come in,” I urged. “Let’s chat.”
Electric-blue eyes shot to my face momentarily, then darted down the hall. I expected him to come up with an excuse. I couldn’t blame him. I would run from me, too.
When Edge peered back over, he looked… I’d go so far as to say the man looked scared. Which could only mean something had happened with my sister.
