His To Consume
a's
straight face. The kiss with Damien never happen
tly, I sat at my desk, flipping throug
was a
etary, holding a file in her hands and
look up. "
e final draft of the contract. He'
er. "Tell Mr. Well, that I'm not
ut, Ms. Reynolds, this
you, missy," I cut her off with a stern voice. "Now,
back, then she gave a tight nod
much. I had a meeting to get to, and I wasn't
stepped out. I checked my phone - no messages from my driver. Where was he? I
my bag. I wasn't about to wait around, though. I grabbed my
face from the cold wind. My phone was now dead, and every taxi that passed was either full or
horn. Turning around, I saw Grant's sleek black c
d a r
r dripping down my
in, Lena. You're going to
l man
aked, your driver's not here, and there's no taxi in si
the office without a ride, and I was freezing. With
owel from the backse
and hair. I could feel his eyes on me as I sta
nt, "this could've been avoided i
"Not everything is
ed, his hands gripping th
. I was drenched, and despite th
er?" Grant asked, b
ng to keep my teeth from chatter
me, noticing my shive
ed teeth, but the truth was, I wasn't.
e not. We're not far from my place
ust take me t
me office building, Lena. It's after work hours. You ne
it was pointless. The man could be inf
ore in the past few years. I followed him inside, dripping water all over the polished floors.
shirt and sweatpants. "Here," he said, handing
ted. "I d
change. Yo
hroom. After peeling off my wet clothes and slipping into his much-too-
itchen, pouring two cups of coffee. He ha
calling an ambulance,
aking a sip of the h
cted, sitting down next to m
trying to get warm. The heat from the c
glanced over at him. "Why are you so against th
couldn't feel my fingers or my feet, or any
e said with a smirk and moved to sit b
on my lips. "Let me warm you up just a litt
me." I swung my f
t, I'll take you back when you're better. I promise." Hi
ion, the cold, the anger, it was all too much. I can'
said quietly. "I won't lay a fin
to a peace