Page 8 of Stalked By the Billionaire

With the doors closing, I shift my focus from him and direct my attention to the panel, where I watch as each floor lights up as the cab ascends. Desperately wishing it would speed up.

I hate being alone with Mr. Grant, my boss, also known as Sir. He’s made it clear that’s the title he prefers me to address him by. Even though I’d rather use another name for him, I’m reluctant to do so because I don’t want to sacrifice this job.

I need it. Without it, I can’t afford to pay the rent on my studio flat and after my mother remarried there is no way I’m going home.

Killian offered you a job.

You should accept.

My thoughts finding their way back to Killian.

I don’t have enough time to make my mind up about the offer yet, but during my bathroom break in a couple of hours, I’ll take a quick search on Google to gather more information about the company.

Because I can’t take the chance of leaving this company on a promise that might not end well.

I feel the heat of my boss on my neck as he brushes up close to me, before he says, “I can’t help but wonder how your blind date went. Care to share the details?”

One hand touches my lower back, sending an icy shiver down my spine while his other hand gently rests on my shoulder.

“Terrible.” I say.

He moves closer, his mouth hovering near my ear, and I become paralyzed by the overpowering scent of sandalwood that surrounds him. “Come to my office in twenty minutes,” he says.

Fuck!

“Okay,” I whisper. I hope this is going to be a stern reprimand, rather than a repeat of what happened before. I know I can’t endure that again.

“In fact, come now,” he demands as the doors to the elevator open to the corridor that leads to his office.

With each step I take, my strides grow smaller compared to his longer ones, my nerves building up as we get closer to his office. Although I want to flee, I decide to let him vent his frustration out on me, knowing it’s the only thing that will allow me to continue with my day.

I’m still nervous because this is unlike anything I’ve known before. He’s never made me follow him to his office.

As I stroll past my desk, my colleagues, Trina and Indi’s gazes are locked on me, and I respond with a casual shrug of my shoulder.

As I approach the door, Mr. Grant’s large hand pulls down the handle, before he steps back as he holds it open. “Go inside.”

I swallow as I step inside. My heart is racing as I still and face the window ahead.

I shudder as the door closes with a gentle click, shutting us away from the world outside. But when another click sounds, a chill skates down my spine and I spin to see him walking to me.

“What were you doing with that man outside, Gabby?” he asks, striding past me and to the window that faces the open plan office beyond his. He presses a button and the blinds shut.

My stomach drops.

“Why were you on a date?” His voice carries a somewhat disappointed tone as he removes his jacket and hangs it on thestand in the corner of his room. Then he folds the sleeves of his shirt up, showing me his bulky arms. “Are you being a little slut for another man?”

Shaking my head, my eyes widen with astonishment. Men treating me like this is exhausting. These alpha types really grate on my nerves.

“That’s right, because you said you were saving yourself for me,” he growls.

Blinking in disbelief, I watch as he moves closer to me. As I stare at each step he takes, I feel the tension building in my shoulders.

“No, I told you I’m not getting involved with any married man.” I have no intention of taking things anywhere with my boss, but being the lawyer he is, he can turn any conversation into something positive for him.

“And I told you I would leave her when you were ready.”

Of course you will. And I don’t want you to.

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