Page 14 of Hunted for Halloween

The next day I’m on my way to see him. I can’t help it. After the incredible night, I need more.Or do I?I clutch the sealed box to my chest once I shut the door to my car. My throat works swiftly up and down as I stare at the huge skyscraper building before me.

I'm just going to drop it off and leave.

Yes, that's it. I shouldn't have any problem doing that, right? He might not even be on the seat.

Pictures do not do this place justice. The Strix security building looks so intimidating from where I'm standing, but the thought of facing Christian after two weeks since that day at the boutique, is far more scary and intimidating.

I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for my Dad who practically sweet-talked me into bringing this package over here. He should have been the one to drop it off but he's away at work conference and according to him, it'd be rude to have a delivery man drop off a bunch of classical books he bought for his best friend.

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about the fact that he weirdly stopped showing up wherever I was ever since that day. A part of me is relieved that we have put that moment behindus, but the other is excessively cranky and irritated because I haven't seen him for weeks.

Not since he fucked me with his fingers in that dressing room and made me watch.

Well, you did lie that you didn't want the man. What would you have him do? Make him stalk you till eternity?The bratty voice in my head snorts at me.

I push it to the back of my head, taking in a deep breath. It's not a big deal. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. If Christian thinks I'm going to let him get away with intimidating me, then he must really not know me.

I put on my best bitch face, straightening my spine as I sashay elegantly into the building, making my way to the top floor where his office is situated.

The lobby on the top floor is buzzing with busy workers, who are trooping in and out of their cubicles, getting their work done. A few workers spare me strange glances but I pay no heed to them, stopping by the desk of who I presume to be his secretary.

“Good evening,” I beam at her.

She grimaces when her blue eyes land on me. Her pale skin is accentuated by her red lipstick that is a shade darker than the one I'm wearing. Her gaze deepens with distaste as she takes me in from head to toes, then her lips slowly curl in a sneer.

“What do you want?” she queries me rudely.

I instinctively arch a brow at her bitchy attitude. “I'm here to see Christian—Mr. Carson, I mean.” I clear my throat to cover up my awkwardness after I correct myself.

Her glare merely deepens. “Do you have an appointment scheduled?”

“No, but I?—”

“No buts,” she cuts me off, turning to her computer. “I'm tired of you sluts walking in here and demanding to see the boss.”

I don't know what grates on my nerves more. Her rudeness, or the fact that she's outright making it clear that I'm not the first woman who has come up here to see him. It makes my skin crawl and fills me with an insurmountable amount of hatred.

“Watch your tone,” I speak up defensively. “I’m not one of his cheap sluts, so you either pick up the phone and tell him Aurora Marshall is here or I swear to God, if I have to call him myself, the only place you'll ever find a job is in a fucking diner.” I grit out the words, glaring daggers at her.

She scoffs, looking amused. “What did you just say to me?”

“What the hell is going on here?”

My spine stiffens the moment I hear the husky, untamed voice. I don't look over my shoulder to confirm if it's him. I know it's him. I clutch the box tighter to my chest, triumph flaring in my chest as she scrambles to her feet quickly.

“This lady walked in here and wanted to see you but I told her that she can't see you without an?—”

“I don't care if it's the middle of the night, Stacey. If she walks in here, wanting to see me, under no circumstances are you or anyone else allowed to stop her. Do you understand?” His voice fills the air like a brewing storm, calm but edgy.

“Yes, sir.” She looks towards me, schooling her expression into submission.

“Come with me, Aurora.” He says in a husky order that makes me turn around immediately. Our eyes briefly stay in contact before he spins on his heel, striding into his office and I trail after him with a pounding heart.

The moment the door clicks shut, my lungs thin out. My breath evades me even further when he leans on the edge of his desk, folding his veiny arms across his chest. His hair is a thick mess atop his head and his rolled up sleeves give him a lazy, yet sexy appearance. I don't understand how a man who looks as oldas he is doesn't look his age. If anything, he looks like a man in his mid-thirties.

Even with the distance between us, it feels like he's crowding my space. His heated gaze gives his whiskey eyes a darkened edge as they drag up my frame like they have all the time in the world.

“Are you just going to stand there and keep staring, Pumpkin?” he cocks his head to the side, his voice husky and controlled.

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