Page 137 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Chapter 77

The next morning, after rehearsal, Anna found a message from Devin on her phone. He sounded angry and demanded she come to his office at lunchtime. She yanked off her pointe shoes, slid her feet into a pair of sandals, threw on her sweatshirt, and ran out of the studio, shouting to Jenna that she couldn’t have lunch with her.

It only took a few minutes to drive to Devin’s office and Anna wracked her brain the entire way, trying to figure out what she’d done wrong. He had been very loving to her earlier that morning, waking her with gentle kisses and making love to her slowly and gently. What had she done to upset him?

She parked Alex’s silver sports car in the building’s guest parking and tried to remember how to get to his office. It had been over two years since she’d been visited him at work. She texted Devin as she walked into the building, letting him know she was there and making her way to his office.

When Anna stopped at the security desk to ask for directions, she was given a strange look. She must have looked very out of place wearing her dance clothing in an office building, especially in cold October. But when she told the security guard her name, his demeanor instantly turned apologetic, and he gave her directions to Devin’s office.

She hurried from the elevator and saw that Madison was still Devin’s secretary. The woman’s eyes narrowed as Anna approached.

“Is Devin in?”

“Miss... Perkins?” Madison arched her brows as she looked Anna up and down.

“Kunzberg.”

“You changed your name?”

“Yes.”

Madison frowned and then pressed a button on her phone. “Miss Per... er, Kunzberg is here.” She nodded and looked back at Anna. “You can go in.”

Anna bit her lip and walked into Devin’s office, wondering what would happen.

Devin stood at the wall of windows, his stance wide, his hands behind his back.

She paused, and then quietly said his name.

He spun around, his black eyes blazing, and she stepped back. What had she done wrong?

He stabbed a finger toward the table in the corner. She dropped her purse on the couch and hurried to the table, clasping her hands at her waist to keep them from shaking. He took long strides as he crossed the room and turned her away from him, slamming her chest into the table. He pulled her shorts down and rammed himself into her pussy a moment later.

She gasped in pain, but kept quiet as he fucked her hard. Praying he wouldn’t use his spikes, she dug her fingernails into the wood to keep from crying out. She had hours of rehearsal left this afternoon... if he let her go back to the studio at all.

He grunted loudly as he came and then was still, except for loud panting. He flexed and relaxed his fingers on her hips. She didn’t dare move. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep the tears from escaping and prayed he’d let her go soon. The table’s edge was digging into her hips.

After a long pause, he put his hands on the table on either side of her head and leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Anna stiffened, confused at his softened tone. He backed away and pulled her shorts back into place. She still didn’t dare move, but followed him when he took her hand and led her to the couch. He sat down heavily and pulled her into his lap, cradling her head against his chest. She didn’t dare relax into his embrace.

“I’m not angry at you, Anna. I’m sorry if I made you think that.” He lifted her chin with his index finger and kissed her. “Thank you for helping me calm down.” He kissed her again, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

When he pulled away, she could see his eyes were no longer blazing with anger. She gave him a tremulous smile. “What happened?”

He frowned. “Fucking Jerry. He vetoed a bill he was supposed to sign.”

“Jerry?”

“The fucking president. I told him I needed the banking bill signed, and he gave into peer pressure and vetoed it. Fucking idiot.” Devin ran his hand through his hair. “We need to go to D.C. on Friday. I need to see him face to face. And with your help,” he smiled, “we’ll be able to show him the error of his ways.”

Her stomach twisted. “Oh.” Whenever they went to D.C. she inevitably ended up in pain. Especially when the president was involved. “Do I need to take time off of rehearsals?”

“See if you can get out of there after lunch. It’s a long flight and the time difference is a bitch.”

“Yes, Devin.”

“Are you hungry?”

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