Page 64 of The Billionaire Submissive
I don’t want him to get hurt. By me, especially. Not that way.
Her phone rang. Glancing at the number, she picked up the call. “Hey, Sally. What’s up?”
“There’s been an accident.”
The woman’s voice quivered, thick with tears. Lilly threw open the door to flag Marie down, but she was already gone. “What happened? Is anyone hurt?”
“We’re fine. Oh, Lilly, I’m so sorry. We meant to surprise you. Joe and I had the crew meet us downtown to install the first window.”
“What?” Lilly winced at the volume of her voice and dialed it down a notch. “The installers weren’t supposed to come until tomorrow afternoon. I had it all set up.”
“I know,” Sally sobbed. “We thought… You’ve been working so hard. It was supposed to be a surprise, both for you and Mr. Morgan. To thank him for everything. But as we were lifting it into place, one of the workers lost his grip and the corner slipped out of his hand.”
Lilly closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing slowly and deeply.Control. It could be worse. No one’s hurt.
But with her eyes closed, she could see the window shattered on the ground. The first one, the centerpiece. Donovan’s eagle.
“Does Mr. Morgan know yet?”
“No. Lilly, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s just glass. It’s not the end of the world.” She grabbed her purse and dug around looking for her keys. “Is it bad enough we’ll have to start over?”
“I don’t know. I’m too scared to look. My first thought was to call you.”
“I’m on my way. Keep it low key if you can. I don’t want Mr. Morgan freaking out and shutting the whole project down for fear of falling glass. Put up some warning cones and keep everyone out of the way. I’ll get there as quickly as I can.”
Donovan sat down at his desk, and for the first time in days, didn’t wince.Guess it’s time to be extravagant and earn Mistress L’s wrath.
His phone rang but he didn’t recognize the number right away. “Donovan Morgan.”
“Mr. Morgan, this is Charlie Wilson. The parking attendant in the Galtier ramp?”
“Yes, of course. What can I do for you, Charlie?”
“Well, I hate to bother you, but I thought you’d want to know. The car you bought the pass for? She just came through in a hurry.”
Donovan jumped to his feet. “Is she all right?”
“She looked real upset. I don’t think she knew where to park so she just left her car smashed up against the curb, jumped out and ran for the door.”
Smashed. Dear God.“Was she bleeding? Hurt?”
“Oh, nothing like that, sir. She didn’t wreck and the car’s half up on the curb so she’s not completely blocking traffic. Though we ought to get it moved by 3:00 p.m. so we don’t have a problem with rush hour.”
“Of course. I’ll take care of it personally. Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate your call.”
Donovan hung up, his mind racing. Why would she rush downtown and not call him? It had to be something with the windows, but the last he’d heard, they weren’t planning to install anything until tomorrow. Worried, he headed downstairs. Foot traffic through the plaza level was light since it was mid-afternoon, but those warning cones had definitely not been there before. A group of people hovered near the windows, bent down over something on the floor. His heart thundered until he located Lilly’s head in the crowd, her hair a tumbled mass drawing his gaze.
He strode straight to her, took her arm firmly, and drew her up to her feet. Without a word, he looked her over, verified she didn’t have blood, cuts, scrapes or bruises, and then drew her into his arms in a crushing hug.
“I’ll fix it,” she wheezed. “I’ll take care of it. Please don’t be upset.”
He loosened his fierce grip on her only to cup her face in both hands and tip her head so he could lean down and glare into her eyes. “I don’t give a flying fuck about anything but you. Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Is anyone else hurt?”
