Page 46 of Rayna's Daddy

“Home.” I shrugged. “I can’t sit around that big apartment all alone while my final year of school is in jeopardy. I have to find a job.”

“O-kay.” He typed something into his phone.

The elevator arrived. I stepped in. The elevator only had three buttons. Lobby, Office, and Penthouse. Efficient.

I pushed the button for the lobby. Patrick squeezed in between the closing door.

He was seeing me off. How sweet. I smile, and he smiled back.

The elevator descended silently. It reminded me of those elevators in those state-of-the-art high rises. The display counted the floors rapidly. At the sixth floor, I started counting in my head.

Six, five, four, three, three, three.

The elevator stopped on the third floor. The doors slid open, and I gasped and glared at Patrick.

He shrugged.

I turned back and yelped when a glaring Kyler Grant, grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall through a sea of people who swiftly got the hell out of his way.

CHAPTER13

Ihad so many questions, but I had to calm down.

It’s bad enough—with no regard for her own safety, that she had gone on a drinking binge in my apartment and made herself sick. I had to give the housekeeper a tip for cleaning up that mess. Now, she was dressed in a barely there sundress and flip-flops. A thin sweater draped over her arm.

But the last draw was the suitcase. With Santorini out there looking for her, she was going to do what? Jump in a cab to the airport or God knows where. Like Santorini didn’t have people staked out waiting to spot her and take her out.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My question came out harsher than I intended.

She gasped again. Her little noises going straight to my cock. My anger at her wanting to leave me did nothing to damp my deep-seated need to have her.

“I,” she looked around.

We weren’t alone. We stood in the hallway of our main offices on the fourth floor. As soon as Patrick texted me, she was on the elevator, I had security stop the car.

“Answer me, Rayna.” I crossed my arms across my chest.

She stepped forward, pushing her shoulders back, and copied my movement.

“I can’t sit around here doing nothing.” The child like lilt to her voice gone. She sounded mature and grown up. It was a front. Like this was the persona she portrayed to the rest of the world, but it was not appropriate for me. “I have to go back to Jersey and get a job and salvage what I can from this wasted summer.”

I dropped my arms.

“And, you obviously don’t want me around —"

I didn’t give her a chance to finish that sentence. I grip her biceps and pull her to me. Her body crashing into mine.

“Come here.” I drag her into the conference room.

My executive team looked around, stunned at the interruption. “Get the fuck out, now!”

The team scattered. I caught Josh’s amused expression, but ignored him, and everyone else except the woman in front of me.

As soon as we were alone, I let go of her arm and rubbed a hand over my beard.

How could she think I didn’t want her?

Because you’ve been ignoring her for days, you fucking idiot. She had tried many times to get your attention.

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