Page 93 of Something So Strong

Saxon leans forward on the table. “She’s got some shit she needs to work out.”

I copy him. “Don’t we all?”

Jesse and Romeo shift uncomfortably in their seats like I’ve just announced the elephant in the room without knowing there was even one in here.

Raising my chin, I look down my nose at Saxon. “I don’t give a shit about a lot of people. But if you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

I shoot up straight in bed.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

I throw back the covers and grab my phone to silence the alarm.

It’s gonna be a bad day.

Shit!

What the hell is gonna happen?

Distress courses through me as I frantically gather my clothes.

Pulling on my pants, I hop across the floor as I push my legs through. Then I grab the spare shirt Kai procured me from places unknown, and shrug it over my shoulders.

Fuck, he’s undone my tie again.

Such a bad fucking day…

With no time to shower, I race to the bathroom, haphazardly brush my teeth, and spray a liberal amount of cologne over my chest to disguise the faint undertones of sweat and sexual frustration that cling to it.

I only ever set my alarm for days like this. Those rare occasions when my body clock doesn’t wake me. And nothing good ever comes from those days.

Shoving my shirt into my khakis, I buckle my belt and run for my boots. Grabbing my phone as I scuff them on, I trip and stumble into the door. No time for secluded embarrassment though, so I fling open the door to be met with Kai—his hand poised into a fist, ready to knock.

“Good morning, sexy,” his smoldering just-out-of-bed voice rasps at me as he leans his arm against the frame, studying my appearance.

“Yeah, good morning.” I duck under his arm.

“That’s all I get?”

Turning around, I scurry back to him and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Good morning. We’re gonna be late.”

“No shit. Why d’ya think I’m here?” He gives a pity-filled shake of his head. And as I turn to walk backwards to the lift, I watch him enter my room and return with my jacket before locking the door.

Agitated, I repeatedly press the lift buttonlike it actually does make it arrive quicker.

“You need to calm down.” Kai takes my wrist and returns it to my side. “Why are you so worked up?”

“Something bad’s gonna happen.” I cross my other arm over my chest and grip my bicep in a juvenile protective way.

“How do you know that?”

“Just do. I can feel it in my waters.”

“Your waters?” He laughs and looks at me like I’m speaking in tongues as the lift doors clang open and screech along the runners.

“Yeah, it’s really bloody serious,” I snap at his inability to understand the fortitude of the situation.

With both our coats over one arm, Kai takes me by the biceps and forces me into the corner. “There’s no need to get short with me,” he scolds, fastening my top button and flattening out my shirt with his palms. Taking my tie, he starts working on the knot. “Now why don’t you tell me why you just know something bad will happen?”

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