Page 85 of Faking it with the Billionaire
“Did he harass you?” I ask, stepping fully into the women’s bathroom and letting the door shut behind me.
Em glances at me, and her silence tells me yes.
There’s hurt in her eyes, pain radiating off her in waves that make it clear to me something bad happened in that asshole’s office. “Did he touch you?” I growl, stepping closer to Em, and she freezes.
Her body goes rigid, and I see the look of shock and fear on her face.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I growl and spin around on my feet, heading out of the bathroom and down the hall.
“Wait.” Em’s voice is soft and fragile as she races to catch up with me. “Please, don’t do anything stupid.”
“Stupid?” I repeat. I stop walking and stare at her. “What did he do to you, Em?” I can tell she’s keeping something from me, and rage burns bright through me, needing to protect her. She’s like family to me.
“He didn’t touch me,” she says.
“He better not have!” I can’t keep my voice down or the anger that runs through my veins. I keep walking, my footfalls heavy as I stalk down the hallway.
“Please, don’t. He’ll ruin your career!”
“I don’t care about my fucking career, Em. I care about you!”
She grabs my arm. Her touch is soft and soothing as she pulls me to stop walking and face her. I’m staring deep into her gaze, transfixed and calmed by her presence. But one fleeting thought of Fitzgerald and I’m back at one-hundred-percent-ready to beat the shit out of him.
And I don’t even know what he did other than it went beyond acceptable. I’ve never seen Em look quite so broken and fragile. And she wasn’t like that before stepping into his office.
“Don’t go after him,” Em says, her voice soft. There are a few officers at the end of the hallway. Our privacy is disappearing, the longer we remain in the hallway, several doors down from Fitzgerald’s office.
She carefully retrieves her cell phone from her purse. “If I show you this, I don’t want you to freak out.”
“Freak out?” Now she’s actually scaring me. “What is it?” I demand, snatching her cell phone from her hands.
“Fitzgerald did something inappropriate while I was in his office,” she says. Em looks skittish and presses her lips tight together. “I can take this to the police, file charges. But if you lay a finger on him, they’ll arrest you,” she warns.
“You don’t have to look out for me,” I say. “I can handle myself.” Her cell phone is locked, and I show it to her, waiting for her to unlock it.
“Promise me you won’t fight him or lay a finger on him when you see the photo,” she says.
I won’t make a promise I can’t keep. “What’s the code to unlock your phone?”
“Promise me, Greyson.” Her eyes are filled with pain as she stares up at me, and my heart shatters into a million tiny pieces.
“I love you, Em. I’m not promising anything that I won’t follow through with.”
Her breath catches in her throat. “You love me?” she asks.
I didn’t even realize the words I said until she repeats them. I rub the back of my neck nervously. It is true my feelings are stronger for her than anyone else, outside of Bristol, and that is a completely different kind of love.
I smile and avoid the question. I’m not ready to say it again. “What’s your phone passcode?”
She offers a lopsided smile through the hurt in her gaze and shakes her head. “I don’t want you to start something with Fitzgerald.”
“If it’s that bad, then just tell me.” I hate being kept in the dark. I stare down at her, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Just tell me what happened.”
“I don’t want to,” she says, and her cheeks burn even brighter. “I know who did it.”
Em pulls back out of my grasp and hurries down the hallway in the opposite direction of Fitzgerald’s office and the police officers who are investigating the recent threat.
“What?” I’m not quite understanding her statement unless it has to do with Fitzgerald, and that’s why she’s so shaken up. “Who?” I need confirmation from her before I lose my mind.
