Page 117 of By His Rule

Lori: Good night, sir. See you in the morning.

I tell myself to turn my cell off and put him out of my mind, but before I can convince myself to do it, he replies.

Boss: That’s good. It’ll give my hand time to recover. Good luck with your training. If you need any advice, make sure you bring photos. I’ll willingly check over your form.

Lori: See you in the morning, Boss.

After that last message, I was good and put my cell on airplane mode. I want to say that I rolled over and went straight to sleep, but that would be a lie.

With Kian’s actions and messages, and Ryder’s dick pic circling around in my head, it was well into the early hours of the morning by the time I drifted off. When my alarm started up this morning, my eyes refused to open, and my body ached with exhaustion.

At least it’s Friday.

And if I thought things were already bad, the second I step out of the elevator on the top floor of Callahan Enterprises with a large iced latte in hand, I find none other than Kian Callahan perched on the edge of my desk with his hands folded across his chest.

I’m late. I know I am. The line in the coffee shop was beyond a joke. Apparently, I’m not the only one in the city who needs a pick-me-up this morning.

He looks between my drink and my eyes with an expectant expression on his face.

“Where’s mine?” he demands.

I smirk. He’s so predictable.

“Well,” I start as I walk around him and behind my desk without reacting to his presence.

Melissa isn’t in yet, which is almost a shame, because she will miss this.

“I figured you might want something, but I wasn’t sure what you might fancy this morning. And then as I was standing there, I had a lightbulb moment.” His brows pinch, but I keep my expression blank as I wrap my fingers around the cool bottle in my tote.

My lips twitch with amusement as I pull out a bottle of superfood juice that looks about as disgusting as the homemade one Kingston forces Tate to drink.

Kian stares at it, his eyes darkening with frustration.

“Where is my coffee, Lorelei?”

“So, I got you this. It’s really good for you.” I lift it up to read the label, but it’s ripped from my hand before I get a chance.

“I punched that asshole for you, and this is the thanks I get?” he scoffs, slamming the bottle down on my desk.

“Sorry, I wasn’t aware I needed to repay you for that little stunt. As you’re a free man here, I’m assuming he didn’t press charges.”

Kian’s jaw ticks with irritation.

“Cancel all my meetings today,” he demands as he pushes from my desk and starts to walk away. “My office, two minutes. Do not be late again.”

28

KIAN

Exactly two minutes later, Lorelei walks into my office with her notebook tucked under her arm and two—yes, two—coffees in her hands.

My eyes narrow.

“Cappuccino with a double shot, extra hot. Just the way you like it, sir.”

She places it in front of me with a smirk playing on her lips.

“All of your meetings have been canceled. They’ll need to reschedule, so if you could let me have?—”

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