Page 149 of Positively Pricked
I still wasn't following. "But who canceled it?"
"Carla."
And then I remembered. "She was trying to reach you. She said it was an emergency."
"Yeah. And it's handled. So forget it."
The more he talked, the less, I understood. "But if you were going to cancel, why would you have Carla call them?" I gave a shaky laugh. "After all, that'smyjob, isn't it?"
He was quiet for a long moment, and something in his gaze told me that I wasn't going to like whatever he was planning to say next.
Sure enough, his next words hit like a hammer. "You can't work for me anymore."
Of anything I'd been expecting, this wasn't even on my radar. "Why not?"
"You've gotta ask?"
"Yes." I lifted my chin. "Apparently, I do. Because I have no idea what's going on."
His gaze met mine. "Don't you?"
I sucked in a quiet breath. Something in his expression had changed. Gone was the familiar cold bastard, and in his place was theotherZane, the one I'd seen by the elevators – raw and ragged, like he might lose control any moment.
Suddenly, I was feeling a little out of control myself.
He loomed closer. "You wanna know what happened?"
My lips went dry, and I felt myself nod.
His gaze bored into mine. "That fucker – the senator – was camped out, waiting for you."
I felt my brow wrinkle. "He was? For how long?"
"Too long."
I got the point. Still, his reaction seemed a bit extreme. After all, it's not like the senator had been humping my doorknob or anything – I gave a shudder of disgust – at least, not that I knew of.
But whathadhe been doing? With a twinge of dread, I asked, "Is that all?"
Zane's mouth tightened. "You know it's not."
Oh, crap.So Zane knew what happened last night? Yes. He did. Now, I was absolutely sure of it.
Because I worked for the company, I knew a little something about the hotel's security. There was no shortage of surveillance cameras, especially in long hallways and near the elevators.
Obviously, Zane knew more than I'd originally thought. Reluctantly, I said, "So, you saw what happened last night? Between me and the senator, I mean?"
"Thatandother things." As he spoke, something in his tone suggested that if senator showed up now, he'd be dragged off a second time, and maybe chucked down the stairs for good measure.
I'd known Zane for months. He wasn't one to lose his cool. And yet, he had. Even now, he looked dangerously close to losing it again.
I winced. "He didn't hit on anyone else, did he?"
Zane looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Hit on? That's what you're gonna call it?"
I sighed. "All right, fine. Did he get grabby with anyone else?"
"Don’t know. Don’t care." His jaw tightened. "But Idocare that he was bragging that he fucked you. And, he was–" Zane looked away. "–touching himself outside your room."
