"But-" I gasped and took a pleading step toward her.
She lifted a staying hand that stopped me.
"I know. I've already tried everything. But with your past due. They won't do the surgery without it."
I stared at her, breathing raggedly in misery.
"She needs that surgery, Angel." She urged.
I know!
"Can they really do that?"
"They can in this state." She nodded.
No!
"Elizabeth..."
"I've already stalled all I can. $5,000 tomorrow or they won't do it. Before surgery." Her words stuck me like blades.
"I..."
She was already walking away.
Where the hell am I going to get that?
I couldn't possibly take it from the Meridian account like I had before. Logan will definitely miss it ontop of the $20,000 he already is.
I chewed my lip until it bled on the Taxi ride home. Feeling utterly hopeless. What am I going to do?
I knew I could ask Logan. But it was highly likely he'd refuse. Or if he said yes, it would be in exchange for something utterly filthy. And even if I did that and he went to pull from the Meridian account, he could find out what I'd already done and still refuse to give it to me.
That thought made me shudder.
"Cold back there?' The driver asked. Reaching for the knob.
"Only towards men."
Truthfully, I now found my ex-husband so distasteful that I'd rather bang anyone but him.
Even Porter.
Porter...
I could hear his voice echoing in my head. Saying he had that money in his savings right now. I was pretty sure dollar signs chinged in my eyes as I sat back and began logging into work's online drive. Skimming files until I found his. Popping it open I read until I found an address.
Hopefully a current one.
I told the driver we were switching destinations.
"City girls..." He grumbled.
"What was that."
"Nothing." He tossed over his shoulder. Muttering under his breath after that.
"More money for you." I called. "Don't be salty."
He silenced after that, but I continued glaring at him in the mirror.
I swear all drivers in this city are crabby bastards.
We pulled up-front and I eyed the five-story apartment building askance. It looked a hundred years old with chipped bricks.
I looked around, wondering if someone would try to steal my bag. But the only one around was a couple kids riding bikes down the block.
I hit a buzzer and someone very formal answered. "What floor, Ma'am."
Ma'am?
"I don't know. I'm here for Kane Porter."
"Top floor, Ma'am. But he hasn't returned yet."
I beat him.
The door hummed than unlatched.
Nicer building than I thought. I admitted.
Good security any way.
I entered a vaulted foyer. Turning a slow circle. "Whoa."
"It is rather impressive." The man behind the desk greeted me formally. "Mr. Porter is typically not in for long at this time. Most of his..." He paused to eye me. "Ladies...Prefer to come in the early hours of the morning. When he's off."
"I assure you. I am not one of those..." I gave the same pause he did. "Ladies...I'm his boss."
"Well then." He reached under the counter and pushed a button that made an elevator in one wall, open. "He's a lucky employee."
I whipped my head to blink at him before laughing aloud. "I guess he is."
I climbed into the elevator.
"Top floor." He called.
I pushed the button and the doors closed. Taking me up. And up. Then dinging and opening.
The floor looked like glossed mahogany.
I almost hated stepping on it in my heels. I looked both directions but saw only one door along the eight foot hall. Confused, my brows drew together. I walked tentatively to the door. Knocking a few times, even though the man had said Porter wasn't here.
I have to beg.
The sooner this is over, the better.
I blew a nervous breath. He'll say yes.
I couldn't imagine Porter daring to tell me 'no.'
I wandered a small circle before taking a seat on the plain wood bench across from his door. Two massive plants parallel to it. I probably only sat there for about ten minutes but it felt like the longest eternity in human history.
I heard the elevator ding and saw familiar glossed dress shoes stepping from the elevator. He had a long stride and reached his door, pausing before turning to it to eye me from head to toe. His brows drawing together. He adjusted one arm on his glasses in a strange gesture I couldn't define.
But I'd seen him do it before.
His face was unreadable.
He never has an expression.
"What are you doing here?"
I rose and walked confidently to him. "I want to continue our conversation from earlier."
"I'm not going to tell." He said dismissively.
Of course he's not.
I felt a weight lift off me knowing I was right.
He's the safest person in Chase & Walker Investments.
This ought to be easier than I thought.
"If you want to talk, you're going to have to walk with me. I have things to do."
My brows raised. "Well, don't we have the authoritative tone?"
His head whipped to me. "We aren't in Chase & Walker, Angel. You ain't my boss."
"Ain't?"He turned the key in the door and pushed it open. Blinking slowly at me as if I were stupid for pointing it out. He ducked his head and took his glasses off. Dropping them into his palm.Oh, my God. He took them off! I was hoping a red cape might unravel from his back. That seemed just as likely to me as him ever taking those stupid things off."Why are you here?" He asked again."You mentioned I should just take the money from my savings.""Seems wise to me." He crossed the room and ducked into a side room.Bedroom probably.But my eyes were drawn to the room around me. Weights were hung on shelves near the door. The floor was barren except for a small rug outside the door he'd went in and one further down a short hallway.Bathroom. I guessed.Everything was monochrome. Neat and tidy.Like being in the mind of a serial killer. My eyes widened and I stared at his doorway. Wondering if I should run while I could.If he came out of that room squeezing a spurting needle, I was o
Enjoy what? Watching me beg? That made my brown eyes snap with fury."Do you know who you're talking to?" I hissed."Careful pup, don't bite." He closed in on me to tower over me. "Hounds in heat shouldn't antagonize the big dog."I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos."So, which am I?" I challenged. "A pup or the bitch in heat?"He dropped his face to me. "You tell me."I reared back. That'd sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter?Okay, clearly, he's not at all who I thought he was."I'm your boss!""Not here you're not." He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. "Here you're a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you're going to
“Porter?”“Kane.” He corrected.“Yes.”“Say it.” He taunted.“I will.” I evaded. Why did it seem so weird to think of him by his first name?Because all of this is weird.“Are you going to loan me the money?” My head dropped back against the seat, bunching my blonde hair around my face as I peered at him.“You haven’t told me what I’m getting out of it.”“What do you want?” I tossed my hands. “A great appraisal this year?”He laughed outright. A deep, barking, masculine sound that immediately told me that something so menial mattered very little to this version of Porter.“I take it that’s a no.” I said sullenly.“It’s a no to that. Sell me something, Boss Lady. Thought you were good at this.”“Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” I hissed in annoyance.His head whipped to me. “First of all, if we did, it would absolutely be me fucking you. And secondly, no. I don’t exchange favors for sex. I can get that for free.”I was stunned to silence. Giving him a long look as I realized th
I opened my mouth with questions, but he suddenly leaned over me. Delving his hand under my seat, so deeply that his cheek nearly pressed against my knee cap. Hovering less than an inch above it. I thought he might turn my head and try to see up my skirt, but he didn’t. He continued looking at the dash while he gripped something and pulled it out.I’d shifted my knee away from him and watched stunned as he pulled out a giant bit of elastic attached to a springy, circular, frame.He shifted and climbed out of the car.I followed his lead and got out. Watching him in confusion as he locked it and pocketed the keys before tossing open a broad ring and catching it under the front of his car before unfolding it over the hood and roof, before pulling it down the back. Completely shielding the car.“What is this?”“Car cover.” He said dismissively. Turning away from it. “Less tempting to do something shitty to it when it’s covered.”I guessed that was likely true.He aimed toward the front d
“Then why?” I probed. Still wanting to find the real reason he was trying to get me under his roof. “I find it hard to believe it’s just my company you’re yearning for.”He seems like he can barely tolerate me most days.“Told you. Like the presence of a woman.” He went back to scanning the room with those alert eyes. “The smell of woman shampoo conditioners, candles, the general vibrant softness that she brings to a room. Things are better when one is around.”That was a horribly intimate thing to say.“I’ve never heard a man talk like that.”“How many do you know that were raised, with all brothers, by their father?” He tugged at the cuff of one sleeve pulling his jacket off and setting free some wide shoulders as he meticulously plucked the collar to find a center line and folded it. Setting it on the benched seat next to him.“No mom?”He returned his attention to me. “That’s a tale for another day, Punkin’.”Punkin’ means he’s being disdainful. I noticed.I eyed him skeptically.
I was staring at ‘Kane’ Porter in disbelief when he turned around and met my gaze.“What?”“Who are you?” I said with far more emphasis then all the times, before.He frowned. Opening his mouth to answer the brunette with the short bob stepped in-front of him again. Blocking my view of him save his nose and eyes towering over her.He’s tall. I never really noticed before.I, apparently, didn’t notice an awful lot.“We need to talk.” The skinny brunette said. Putting a hand on her hip.“I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “I think we’ve done quite enough of that.”“Kane…” She said coaxingly.“No.” He told her. Stepping around her and aiming straight for me.I gave him a stunned look since he didn’t appear to be walking toward me but at me.He was.As soon as he got to me he put his hands on my hips and tugged me forcefully against him. Making my eyes bulge. He leaned down near my ear and whispered. “Put your arms around my neck.”I stared at him.He swept up one of my arms and tossed
“Fine, Porter.” I said bitterly.“As in, yes?”“Yes.”“Good.”“I’ll move $20,000 to the account to the Meridian tonight.”“What about another $5,000?” I said meekly. Hating asking but knowing I needed it for mom’s surgery.He set the glass down on the table. “Soon as you’re done moving in tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” I squawked.He nodded. Confirming. “Tomorrow.”“That’s not even possible.”“It is. I’ll help you.”“How are you going to do that? Load boxes in your Spider?”“I’ll borrow my brother’s truck. And my brothers.”“Porter…”“Kane.”“Porter…” I said warily.“Stop stalling, Love. Give up the game. I got you.”He’s right.I’ve no choice. I was going to move in with him. What did I think I was going to do? Get the money and stall him?Looking at Porter’s hard features and the way he was commanding this club. Running it like a force of nature, I was quite sure that ‘accidentally’ forgetting to move in would never work.He’d probably toss me over his shoulder screaming.“This is partly be
Before I’d even fully dressed, I could hear the movers he’d brought with him lifting side tables and odds and ends.Porter knocked and I told him I was dressed.He cracked the door and saw I was before pushing it open.“Why’d you check?” I asked affronted. “You thought I’d be laying in here waiting for you?”“A man can hope. It’s been a minute.” He said.Making me flush that he’d beaten me at my own game. “I doubt a very long minute.”“That’s a matter of perspective.” He shrugged. Inspecting my most intimate domain. “You want this side table.”“It’s a bedstand.” I corrected.“What’s the difference?”I have no idea!“Huge difference.” I said aloud, contrary to my inner thoughts. I crossed my arms over a loose t-shirt. Which I’d opted to throw over some frayed white jean shorts.“If you say so. You want it?”“Will I have somewhere to put it?”“I was going to put you in my room, and I was going to take the couch. So, whatever you want.”“No!” I cried. My arms dropping to my sides. “I’m n