Page 78 of Enthrall Climax
“But…he really helps people.”
“I believe you have Stockholm Syndrome.” He loomed close.
I arched my neck to look up at his towering height. “No. Cameron—”
“I want you to know we’ll take good care of you. Give you anything you need. We would of course ask you to sign a confidentially agreement. You must promise not to reveal this trait of Cameron’s. Not to the press, or your friends, and not even to your family.”
My flesh chilled. “Cameron’s my family.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and removed an envelope. “Here’s some cash. This way Cameron won’t be able to track your credit card. I’ve booked you into The Manhattan at Times Square Hotel.”
I set my mug on the table. “Henry, I’m happy. Cameron is my one true love.”
“He knew exactly what he was doing. I doubt he ever meant for things to go this far.”
“This far?”
“Having to marry you.”
This isn’t happening.
He was way off. Henry was accusing me of having developed a psychological alliance with Cameron as a survival strategy during my captivity.
Captivity…
I tried to see through the fog of these accusations.
He gestured to my wristwatch. “Take it off.”
Telling him about the GPS in my Rolex had been a terrible mistake. It had been a private moment shared between us at The Mandarin, during the staff gala. I’d laughed, raising my expensive watch to show him my gift and sharing how endearing I found Cameron’s unconventional way of protecting me. “I won’t.”
“Don’t make me, Mia.” His eyes told me he was ready to carry out the threat.
I unclipped the wristband and drew in a sharp breath of fear as I placed it on the coffee table. This was my lifeline.
“Well done. A car is waiting for you.” Henry held out his hand for me. “Cameron won’t be told where you are. This is for the best.”
“I need to call him.” I needed to get back to my desk so I could.
“Security is waiting to escort you out.” He glanced toward the door.
“I have to get my handbag.” Reaching for a magazine I hugged it to my chest as though that alone could protect me. This clue might be my one chance to let Cameron know what had happened here. I let theTime Magazineslip from my grip and fall by my feet. I kicked it beneath the table.
Henry didn’t see what I’d done because he was too busy texting. “I’ll have your handbag delivered to your room.”
“You don’t think I’m good enough is that it?” I spat the words. “Is that what this is?”
“I’ve always been your advocate. You know that. Yes, this family has been through a lot. We nearly lost this company. And yes, one more scandal and it will be over for Cole Tea. But this is not our problem, it’s yours.”
“Cameron loves me.”
“Then why are you in a cubicle hidden away with no one knowing who you are?”
“I wanted it this way.”
“He made you believe that.”
“No, he didn’t. Anyway, I’m moving to his floor.” I pointed in the direction of my cubicle. “Did you see the box?”
