Page 56 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
“I have a few well-trained bodyguards on reserve—”
“Don’t you dare.I’ll call the police if there’s an issue.For now, it’s just a hunch.I haven’t seen anyone following me.”
“No, Brook.This is nonnegotiable.I won’t take chances with your safety.They’ll be discreet.I’ll send you their information.”
She studies my face, recognizes my resoluteness, and sighs.
“Fine, now let me go.I only have so much time for lunch, and my boss is a jerk,” she declares.
I laugh and steal a taste of her sweetness before letting her go.My cock throbs in my trousers as she adds an extra sway to her hips on the way out the door.
My vicious little rabbit has no mercy.
Friday drags and drags.My clocks seem stuck in slow motion.Food tastes like ash.Work doesn’t hold my attention.Mr.Brunswick gives me a dubious look when I ask him to repeat himself.Ms.Simon’s absence echoes throughout the entire executive floor.
I take a stack of work home with me, but my penthouse has no life without my little rabbit.After a restless night, a dull morning, and a few hours of research, I wander to my private rooftop for a jog in the evening sun.
With my muscles burning and sweat dripping down my back, I almost ignore the ringing of my phone, but I pull it out of my pocket and answer the call when I realize it’s from the boutique where Brook and I enjoyed tasting each other in the dressing room.
A woman answers in a shaky, uncertain voice.
“Hello, Mr.Ricco?”
“This is he,” I respond.
“I apologize for interrupting your day, but we forgot a few of your items last week, so I’m here to deliver them, except…”
Alarm spears through me as a man yells in the background.
“I’ve checked the address, and this is the right building, but I’m not sure I should be here.Ms.Lynn isn’t answering her phone, so—” the woman says.
“Text me the address.Now,” I demand before ending the call and veering off the track.
Too worried to wait on the elevator, I take the stairs down to my floor, grab my wallet and keys, and punch the elevator button.The doors open without hesitation.I dart inside and jam my thumb against the button for the parking garage.
My phone pings with an incoming text.I glance at the strange address as I pull up Brook’s contact information.
She doesn’t answer my call.I try again.No answer.
I lose track of how many traffic violations I commit on the way, but I pull up to the old brick two-story building within a few minutes.Despite the sketchy surroundings, the door opens with ease.
The courier stands in the tiny foyer.The ritzy bag in her hand stands out amidst the faded linoleum and stained walls.
Iron clinks against iron.The smell of sweat and rubber invades my nose.A woman screams from deeper in the building.
Brook.
I dart down the hallway and skid around the corner only to slide to a halt a millimeter before I trip over the thick blue mats covering the floor.A group of women swing their attention to me.
I freeze as shock and fear rolls through them, each one reacting so strongly ice condenses in my veins.Everyone except my little rabbit.Anger narrows her glare as she spins around and stalks through the class from the far corner with aggressiveness in every move.
“Hey, bozo, I already told you; no men allowed in here during—”
She stops and her eyes widen when she realizes who I am.For a moment, she stares at me as though unable to process my arrival in this world she kept hidden from me, and I belatedly realize it’s after five o’clock on a Saturday.
This is why she demanded time off.
I don’t know exactly whatthisis, but when a devious smile tilts her lips, I prepare myself to figure out very soon.
