Page 12 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 4
MY ONLY OPTION was to go rogue.
I pulled into the parking space outside the District Attorney’s office, here on Temple Street in downtown L.A., and reassured myself that I was the best person to handle this mess. Ethan and I had connected in that dark dungeon - I knew this in the depths of my soul. His passionate kiss had proved it way more than words ever could. He’d crushed his lips to mine in what had felt like a desperate yearning, and what followed had revealed an unmatched craving for both of us. I’d seen evidence of this in his eyes, even as he’d verbally challenged me.
I recognized that spark of obsession.
A hint of what could be.
This plan to come show up uninvited was either a stroke of genius on my part or I was unwittingly breaking the law. I was going to talk my way into Ethan’s office and beg him to see what Chrysalis really was - not the sordid club he believed it to be, but a thing of beauty, of healing. It was a sanctuary, a place I considered my second home. Our clinic had saved so many people who would have otherwise fallen by the wayside.
Though Cameron would hate me for it, I was going to offer my sincere apology for his behavior, too. He’d gone too far this time. His brilliance needed reigning in.
I’d dressed conservatively. Hell, I’d put on jeans and a sweater and gone all cute with my hair in a ponytail to add to this girl-next-door look. I even wore my favorite Ugg boots, which held off the chill of the late afternoon.
I looked up and saw Ethan strolling across the parking lot. I shoved my keys back into the ignition and tracked him until he climbed into a Toyota Land Cruiser.
Shit,I’d missed him.
He was quite possibly heading home for the day. After that grueling sparring session with Cameron this morning he’d no doubt had his fill of stress.
I knew it was wrong to stalk him. Wrong in so many ways.
And Cameron would never need to know.
I hit the gas and my Lexus took off after Ethan’s Cruiser. Keeping my distance, I followed him out of the car park and tailed him through traffic - all the way to Sherman Oaks.
We drove along Ventura and up Knobhill Drive, and I mused darkly that the name of the road was strangely appropriate for the bastard.
He pulled into a short driveway and parked. Staying in my car a little way down from what looked like his house, I ran through all the possible scenarios of how he’d react to seeing me again. The only way this would work was if he gave me a few minutes to explain. At least my way was gentler than Cameron’s.
Speaking of Mr. Bossy, his ringtone blared from my iPhone.
I pressed it to my ear. “Hey, I’ll be right back. I’m running a few errands.”
Cameron scoffed. “What are you up to?”
“How do you know I’m up to something?”
“You don’t do errands. You have your subs do them.”
I’d learned long ago that lying to Cameron was a bad idea. “Look, I know I can salvage this. It was my fault Ethan got into Chrysalis. I’m putting this right.”
“Are you at his office?”
“No.”
He paused for a second. “I don’t doubt your negotiation skills, but he’s a loose cannon. You need to let me handle him.”
“I graduated with honors from Harvard too, Cameron.”
“One word, or should I say country.”
“No you don’t.” I was twenty back then, for goodness sake.
“Still gonna say it. Paris.”
“Fuck you.”
