Page 7 of Keeping Her Safe

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Walking back to my office, I’m surprised not to find Darius there when I get back. If I’m being honest, the longer he’s gone, the more pissed I become. Fifteen minutes later he walks in.

“Where the hell have you been?” He’s about to answer, but I interrupt him. “I don’t know who you worked for before, but disappearing at the beginning of the day is not the best way to start a new job and impress your employer. I’m not sure if this is going to work out. ” I sass, arching my brows and crossing my arms over my chest.

He holds up a bag of greasy takeout and walks it over to set it on my desk. Without saying a word, he goes to his desk and gets to work.

Inhaling the scent of fried food, my mouth waters, and my empty stomach rumbles. I go to my desk and open the bag he left there. Inside are a burger and french fries, my ultimate cheat meal. “You got this for me?” I ask in surprise.

Darius looks up. “That’s the best cure for a hangover.”

I’m such a bitch. “Thank you, Darius.”

“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He tells me and gets back to work.

The indifference he’s showing me is what I deserve, but it kills me all the same. “I’m sorry about what I said-” I say, trying to patch things over.

“Don’t worry about it, Stacey. You better eat that before it gets cold.” Darius says without looking up from his computer.

Sitting at my desk, I devour the greasy cheeseburger and fries, feeling like an ass for yelling at him. Like a miracle, the food works, and I feel a thousand times better by the time I’m finished, at least my body feels better. My heart, on the other hand, is conflicted.

Jesus, what the hell has come over me? The man is making me crazy. Have I mentioned how hot he looks in that fucking suit? I’m too embarrassed to talk to him.

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