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I dance in place, shuffling my feet easily along the smooth marble floors as I running man in the richest man in the world’s office. Prancing with glee, I shuffle back to the desk, awaiting Frank’s call. “What should our list of demands be Edgar?” I ask him. “I think we should definitely demand a vacation after this, what do you think?” I laugh, but the sound catches in my throat when the hum of the air conditioning registers in my ears.
My stomach drops, the happy butterflies turn to lead as the realization dawns that my little power outage didn’t even cause a blip.
“Shit.”
Chapter 9
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
The large elevator door makes a ding, echoing through the penthouse office just as lightning crashes outside, lighting up the room ominously.
“Oh my god, oh my god,oh my god,” I squeak, the sound high-pitched and awful. How does this even happen? How did he even override me again?
I watch in perturbed fascination as my life attempts to flash before my eyes, but I’m too busy trying to figure out how this asshole bested me. I can’t for the life of me figure out how the fucking elevator is still making its way up here, when Icut the freaking power to it.
“I hope you enjoyed that,” the gigantic man says as he makes his way inside.
He levels me with that flat gray gaze of his and my heart leaps into my throat.
My brain is stuttering like it can’t quite believe what is happening, but I grab all of the balls I can muster. “Oh, but I did enjoy it. Taking over your company is like a cake walk,” I reply, trying to act like this was all part of my plan.
“Good, now tell me how you’re going to get me my money back,” Frank says.
I scoff as he strides closer, but inwardly flinch, wanting to shy away from his anger.
“Secure the rest of the building,” he mutters to the men, all shorter in comparison but armed to the teeth.
Even though every one of them is dressed like something between Rambo and a Robocop cosplay, Frank Stein in a business suit is ten times more terrifying than the rest of them.
The men file back, moving to do their master’s bidding.
“But sir,” one says, his accent unrecognizable.
“Now. Miss Crenshaw and I are going to have a little chat, and then we will meet you downstairs,” he says, his voice odd.
As soon as the men exit back through the elevator that shouldn’t have electricity, Frank does the unthinkable.
He bends down, pulling at the gray fabric of his pants legs, that I’m almost certain are the exact color of his eyes. He squats, the move showcasing his crotch, and it’s all I can do to keep my jaw from dropping at the bulge there.
Holy Toledo am I in trouble.
His dick is Goliath, and I want to slingshot it into my mouth.
My stomach bottoms, landing somewhere around the area of my feet when I notice his full attention is on Edgar’s carrier, who’s currently purring and rubbing himself all over the man, regardless of the head cone.
“Edgar,” I whisper-hiss, wondering what in the hell I am going to have to do to get my cat back this time. And why in the hell is he acting like Frank is his new bestie?
I stiffen as he gets to his feet, my cat still in his arms. “This is how things are going to go,” he starts.
“Oh, and who died and left you in charge then?” I ask, with as much snark as I can muster, cutting him off and tossing my arms over my chest.
“You talk big for someone who got caught. Twenty million?” he tuts, not even bothering to look at me, but says all this to Edgar, who is eating it up like caviar. My cat is doing his darndest to show my new archenemy affection.
“How did you do that earlier?” I ask, admitting that he did catch me, and now I want to know how he did it, how did he keep the elevator moving through my override. There's no way he anticipated what I would do.
I glance around, up at the high cream-colored ceilings and my gaze catches on something shiny, glinting in the corner, but very small. A camera, but I most definitely turned those off first. But what if…
“Did you watch me the whole time?” I ask, when he doesn’t bother to answer me.
