breathe out. “Thank you, Cherie. Thanks for everything.” My eyes meet hers and I try to convey with one hard look all the things I can’t say out-loud. I owe her so much. After she has to deal with Mrs. Danish, and her non-stop changes and demands, she might regret agreeing to all this.
She give a small snort and smiles. “Don’t thank me yet, there is more.”
My face blanches and I groan. “Let’s get this over with. I am done with surprises, so just lay it all on me.”
I exhale loudly as she began speaking. “Simons & Cash tried to take care of your flight & hotel accommodations, but it seems Mr. Scott has already done so. You will be traveling on his jet with him and staying at a villa he’s rented.” Cherie stops and clears her throat. Lowering her voice she continues. “I’m not going to lie and act as if I am ok with any of this. Kelly, if you want to stay in a hotel by yourself tell me now, and I will make it sure it happens. Your well-being comes first. I will not stand-by and let you be forced into something you are not ready to handle.”
My mouth drops open. I’m not shocked by the villa or jet, but her words and the venom behind them is a surprise. Daemon taking charge and ordering everyone else around is nothing new, it’s his way of doing business, but hearing Cherie stand up to him for me, makes me smile. I never expected, nor do I want, her sticking out her neck for me, especially knowing that the board members are now involved. She might have had a small part in all this, but I escalated it into one full out shit storm. It’s now my burden to tow, not hers, or anyone else’s.
The screeching of Daemon’s chair sliding across the wood floor cuts through the deafening silence. “Enough,” he shouts, drawing both of our attentions. Standing tall, with his muscles flexed tightly beneath his suit, and a scowl gracing his sculptured face, he looks dangerous and down-right beautiful. Slowly shaking his head, he drags a hand across the back of his neck, and lets out a deep troubled sigh.
“There is no room for discussion in this Cherie,” he punctuates, stabbing a finger down on her desk. Lowering his arms he braces them on each side of her desk. “On behalf of my company, I have made my demands, and with or without your approval, I plan to see them through.”
He shoots me a determined look that has my heart beating wildly once again. My body really needs to get in sync with my mind and understand the danger this man poses. Two weeks together with Daemon with no interruptions, could be the death to my sanity. At the same time, I can’t have Cherie getting herself in trouble over me. Daemon is my problem to deal with, not hers.
Lucky Me!
“Enough of this,” I shout, pressing my lips together in a thin line. I can feel my temper beginning to slip, and take a moment to get it under control. The room has once again gone deathly silent. I’m happy for the small reprieve. I ignore Daemon as he takes his seat beside me once again. I don’t need to look at him to know or feel the anger rolling off him in waves. He knows he’s won. He always does.
“We leave tonight,” he says, clipping out each word. He points towards the odd pyramid of luggage I saw when I first came in. “That is your luggage. No need to pack. Each is already filled with an assortment of new work and casual clothing, shoes, accessories, and a bag of your favorite toiletries. There is enough clothing to cover the entire trip and then some.”
Holy Shit.
My mouth hangs open. I shake my head at him as my cheeks heat. He is such a pompous ass. At every turn I take, there he is trying once again, to control of every aspect of my life.
I stand, no longer able to sit and be still. Not able to control my fury, I turn towards him and shove a finger in his chest. I’m feeling extraordinarily brave at the moment. Due to his solid chest muscles, my small finger doesn’t make a dent.
“Daemon,” I begin in what could
She give a small snort and smiles. “Don’t thank me yet, there is more.”
My face blanches and I groan. “Let’s get this over with. I am done with surprises, so just lay it all on me.”
I exhale loudly as she began speaking. “Simons & Cash tried to take care of your flight & hotel accommodations, but it seems Mr. Scott has already done so. You will be traveling on his jet with him and staying at a villa he’s rented.” Cherie stops and clears her throat. Lowering her voice she continues. “I’m not going to lie and act as if I am ok with any of this. Kelly, if you want to stay in a hotel by yourself tell me now, and I will make it sure it happens. Your well-being comes first. I will not stand-by and let you be forced into something you are not ready to handle.”
My mouth drops open. I’m not shocked by the villa or jet, but her words and the venom behind them is a surprise. Daemon taking charge and ordering everyone else around is nothing new, it’s his way of doing business, but hearing Cherie stand up to him for me, makes me smile. I never expected, nor do I want, her sticking out her neck for me, especially knowing that the board members are now involved. She might have had a small part in all this, but I escalated it into one full out shit storm. It’s now my burden to tow, not hers, or anyone else’s.
The screeching of Daemon’s chair sliding across the wood floor cuts through the deafening silence. “Enough,” he shouts, drawing both of our attentions. Standing tall, with his muscles flexed tightly beneath his suit, and a scowl gracing his sculptured face, he looks dangerous and down-right beautiful. Slowly shaking his head, he drags a hand across the back of his neck, and lets out a deep troubled sigh.
“There is no room for discussion in this Cherie,” he punctuates, stabbing a finger down on her desk. Lowering his arms he braces them on each side of her desk. “On behalf of my company, I have made my demands, and with or without your approval, I plan to see them through.”
He shoots me a determined look that has my heart beating wildly once again. My body really needs to get in sync with my mind and understand the danger this man poses. Two weeks together with Daemon with no interruptions, could be the death to my sanity. At the same time, I can’t have Cherie getting herself in trouble over me. Daemon is my problem to deal with, not hers.
Lucky Me!
“Enough of this,” I shout, pressing my lips together in a thin line. I can feel my temper beginning to slip, and take a moment to get it under control. The room has once again gone deathly silent. I’m happy for the small reprieve. I ignore Daemon as he takes his seat beside me once again. I don’t need to look at him to know or feel the anger rolling off him in waves. He knows he’s won. He always does.
“We leave tonight,” he says, clipping out each word. He points towards the odd pyramid of luggage I saw when I first came in. “That is your luggage. No need to pack. Each is already filled with an assortment of new work and casual clothing, shoes, accessories, and a bag of your favorite toiletries. There is enough clothing to cover the entire trip and then some.”
Holy Shit.
My mouth hangs open. I shake my head at him as my cheeks heat. He is such a pompous ass. At every turn I take, there he is trying once again, to control of every aspect of my life.
I stand, no longer able to sit and be still. Not able to control my fury, I turn towards him and shove a finger in his chest. I’m feeling extraordinarily brave at the moment. Due to his solid chest muscles, my small finger doesn’t make a dent.
“Daemon,” I begin in what could
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