“Boss, you have someone here to see you.” Daniel expresses over the intercom, tugging me out of my overactive mind.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me, my girl, now can I come in or not?” Crap! He doesn’t sound too happy with me.
“Yes.” I sigh.
The door to my office opens, and Mr. Deep-sexy-voice boldly strolls in, walks around my desk, and picks me up out of my chair, forces my legs to wrap around his waist. Throws the stuff off my desk and plops my butt down on top of it, and then he forcefully grabs my face into his hands, making me look into his eyes.
I’m breathing so heavily, I’m now panting and he is radiating bounds of powerful emotions through me.
“Why haven’t you answered my calls?”
I freeze, afraid if I give him the wrong answer he will yell. I know he’d never harm me.
“Tell me, I have been trying to get a hold of you since Sunday. I have been worried sick. When I stopped by twice this week you wouldn’t answer your door. This isn’t like you. What happened?” His demanding tone is hard and I know he means business.
“Something happened, something big, I’m…I’m, sorry. I’ve been…I dunno…” I shrug and he pulls me tightly to his chest, between my legs. Wearing his street clothes of jeans and a black t-shirt clinging to his massive body.
Rubbing my back with his huge hand, he kisses my hair, “Don’t you ever do that to me again. You know what I do to women who are bad?”
I shake my head into his chest, my arms hugging his waist.
“I spank them. Hard. Until their cheeks turn bright red and they beg me to stop. Every single part of me right now wants to bend you over my knee, Lex. Every part of me wants to punish you for putting me through hell, but I can’t and I won’t. You know that don’t you? You know I would never hurt you.”
I hesitantly nod, and whisper. “I know Lincoln, I’m sorry…”
“Yes, you’d better be. I talked to Roni, she tells me you’ve found a man. She also tells me you’re mad at her. So what you’re going to do is, take the day off work. We are going to lunch at Dolly’s like we were supposed to on Sunday. Then you and I are going back to your place, where I’m going to rub your feet and we are going to watch a movie and eat ice-cream. You are going to tell me the whole damn story. I’m not leaving until you get your emotions in order. I’m worried because my gut it telling me to be, and if my gut is barking at me, it means something is wrong with my girl, and I’ll be damned if we don’t get this shit straightened out.”
I nod. I love that Linc is such a great friend. I’m sorry I didn’t contact him sooner. I guess I failed to mention that he’s been calling me nonstop since Sunday. Between him and Gage, my phone has been going crazy. I honestly haven’t checked any of the messages or texts. It too much to handle. I’m already running on emotional overload as it is.
Gage
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’ve been calling, I’ve been texting and I’ve been trying to give her physical space. Fuck space! I can’t take this anymore. I think I’ve made progress with Lex. I was wrong. Really fuckin’ wrong. Now she won’t even text me or call me or anything. It’s not like I can take off work to chase her down. I want to so badly, but, I can’t. I’m working on an important case, trying desperately to get this scumbag abuser behind bars.
My phone rings on my desk. My secretary must have sent the call through.
“Hello.”
“Gage.”
“Yes?”
“It’s Veronica….Roni, Lex’s best friend.”
“Oh yeah, sorry, you sound different on the phone. Thanks for returning my call.”
“No problem, I tried to talk to her today. She won’t listen to me. Lincoln’s with her though. He’ll set her straight. I know she won’t turn him away.”
I growl into the receiver. “What do you mean? Turn him away? Are they…you know.”
She snorts a cocky laugh. “God no. I think if he wasn’t into the lifestyle that he is, he’d probably try to make an honest woman outa her. They’re just friends though. She trusts him. For knowing so much about Lex, you don’t know about them?”
She sounds surprised. I know he saved her. I know he talks with her sometimes, and I know they have a friendship. I never got the vibe that he had a connection with her. Maybe I’m blinded from love.
“I know bits and pieces.” I’m staunch with her. “So you’re sure if they spend the day together it will help? He’s not going to try to bring her into BDSM is he? Fuck it, I’ll ask him myself.”