Page 83 of Craving Danger

“I’ll find you and drag you back, kicking and screaming, if I have to. I’d hate to do that, so don’t force my hand.”

Right. Kicking and screaming.

He nods in the direction of the door. “Get to work, Miss Blakely. You have a lot to catch up on.”

I spin around and hightail it to my desk. When I plop down on my chair, the air wooshes from my lungs.

My phone rings and seeing Mr. Vitale’s extension, I let out a groan before I answer, “Yes, Sir.”

“Shut the door behind you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, I’m only here for an hour, so if you need anything signed urgently, get it ready.”

“Yes, sir.”

The call ends, and I get up to shut the door before returning to my desk.

I throw myself into my work, hoping it will distract me from the mob boss in the office next door.

My fingers fly over the keyboard, and I try to get as much ready as possible for Mr. Vitale to sign, because the sooner he leaves, the better.

An hour later, when he comes out of his office, I place a pen on top of the pile of documents and say, “Please sign everywhere I’ve marked with an X.”

He picks up the pen, and leaning over my desk, he scribbles his signature on the first document.

I quickly remove it from the pile, and as he keeps signing beside every X, I keep taking the papers so he doesn’t lose momentum.

Within minutes, he’s done, but instead of setting the pen down on the desk, he holds it out to me.

I hesitate at first but push through and take it from him.

“Don’t schedule any appointments for this week,” he orders. “I’ll only be in the office for an hour tomorrow morning, so have everything ready when I come in.”

“Yes, sir.” I swallow hard on the constant lump in my throat. “Have a nice day, sir.”

His eyes lock with mine. “You too, Miss Blakely.”

When he walks away, I deflate in my chair and wipe the sweat from my forehead.

Thank God he won’t be here the whole day.

I take a moment to gather my bearings before I straighten in my chair and get back to work.

While I deal with one job after the other, my thoughts turn to yesterday, and slowly, a smile spreads over my face.

Just two days, and I’ll finally see my mystery man’s face.

After he left, it sunk in that I finally shared my trauma with someone and he didn’t run for the hills.

Instead, he kissed me and told me he loved me.

And boy, what a kiss.

It was toe-curling and mind-blowingly good, and I felt it in my soul.

Just two days.

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