Page 27 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
“You sure this isn’t just a ploy to get me out of my clothes?”
“Fine, let it get infected. The contracts are signed.” I rolled my eyes. “Drop dead if you want to. It won’t hurt my business.”
“Harsh!” he said and carefully stripped away the shirt while I pulled out the first aid kit from my desk.
“Something about this doesn’t feel right,” I spoke as I poured peroxide on a cotton ball.
Focus on the task, girl, not the muscles or the tattoos on his back and chest. He’s hurt. You’re better than a man. Focus!
“Is it that bad?” Raymond twisted his neck, trying to see what I was doing.
“Not the cut.” I grabbed his chin and turned his head back forward. “Sit still. I’m talking about the men at the lot tonight. I can’t understand the motive. Even if they were there to scope the place out, they didn’t look prepared to take anything. No bags, no tools. Hell, I didn’t even see a car. How did they get there?”
“You’re really concerned about this, aren’t you?” he chuckled.
“Shouldn’t I be?” I paused. “Why aren’t you? I mean, our reputations are on the line here. Even if you don’t plan on staying in the business, your name is attached to this. It should matter to you.”
“I think it’s premature to jump to conclusions now. We have little evidence, and this is a first occurrence.”
“Maybe you’re right.” I continued cleaning his cut, then placed the bandage over it after adding the antibiotic ointment. “There, you should be just fine.”
“Thank you.” He craned his neck as he tried to examine my work. “Look, I get it. This is a major contract, a pivotal moment for your business, but you’ve been here before. You’ve done this on a smaller scale. If you weren’t ready to handle this, you wouldn’t be in the position you are.”
When he stopped speaking, he looked up into my eyes. And then, every damn moment that followed felt way too intense. The moonlight pouring through the windows glinted off his green eyes as he looked at me, a strange intensity in their depths. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My heart leaped into my throat, and my pussy tightened.
Oh, shit!
Panic! It was time to get away from him.
“You know, maybe you’re right. The report can wait.” I moved away from him, quickly put up the first aid kit, and grabbed my bag to head for the door.
But Raymond stepped in my way.
He towered over me, looking down with those eyes that felt deeper by the second. “Are you really going to run away from me again?”
“I’m not running away.” I shook my head.
“You’re moving so fast, you left your keys on the desk.” He pointed over my shoulder.
I looked back to see the key ring sitting next to the water I hadn’t finished.
“Oh, right?” I reached back, snagged the key, then continued my escape. But this time, he grabbed my wrist, halting my movement.
“Wait,” Raymond said. “Don’t go.”
“What are you doing?” I looked at my wrist, his large hand wrapped around it. “Let me go.”
“Jericha,”
I pulled, snatching away from him. “I’m going home. You’re the one who was insisting I rest, remember?”
“What is your problem with me?” His question caught me off guard.
“I don’t have a problem with you.” I shook my head.
“You shield yourself from me whenever I—”
“Whenever you what?” I cut him off. Was he doing it on purpose? Trying to get me riled up, trying to get under my skin?
