Page 51 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
Just about everyone in the fast-moving box looks at who he’s talking to. I catch a glimpse of a gorgeous man wearing an expensive dark suit. There’s something very Valentine about him with his dark hair, sexy hooded eyes, and chiseled jawline peppered with a five o’clock shadow. The man resembles Hercules, but he’s not him.
“Good morning, Mason,” he says dryly.
“What are you doing here?” There’s something hostile and territorial in Mason’s tone.
Suspecting the man is a Valentine, I keep my face forward and eyes cast downward.
The gorgeous man snorts. “If you like your job, you’ll watch yourself.”
Mason shrugs as if what he said wasn’t contentious. “I’m just wondering if there’s anything I can help you with.”
“If there is, I’ll let you know.”
The atmosphere is so icy that everyone is frozen. I’m breathing heavier than I like, and my palms are moist. Inwardly, I’m praying that this Valentine doesn’t know his Groves.
Don’t look.
Don’t…
I look. He’s making eyes with a woman with long blond hair and a look on her face inviting him to do what he will to her. The Valentine isn’t paying attention to me until…
Holy crap, he is.I quickly look at my feet, waiting for his curious eyes to focus on the easy lay.
Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
I’m on the verge of exploding with anxiety when the elevator opens. I keep my eyes off him as I make my way out. Mason is beside me.
“Hey, Orion, are there any meetings that missed my calendar?” Mason asks.
He’s Orion—Treasure’s Orion.
“Do I know you?” Orion asks, and I know he’s talking to me.
Forcing myself to look at him, I press my hand on my chest. “Me?”
His eyebrows are furrowed like he’s trying to figure out our connection. “Yeah, you.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.” I’m happy that came out clear and concise.
Orion’s eyes narrow to slits. He’s still trying to place me.
“Her name is Lark Davenport. She’s my new hire,” Mason says.
My head feels as if it’s floating to the metal beams twisting and turning against the high ceiling while Orion continues examining me.He just might figure me out here and now.Treasure and I do have some resemblance. We have the same forehead and chin as our grandfather.
Mason raises an eyebrow. “Wait?Dothe two of you know each other?”
If I say yes, by the look on his face, I’m sure he’ll fire me on the spot. “I don’t think so.”
One of the sexiest smirks I’ve seen this close-up forms across Orion’s lips. “It depends.”
I'm at a loss for words, and my mouth falls open.It depends on what? He’s placed me. I just know he has.I’m doing everything I can to keep myself from shaking.
Mason grunts. “She’s not your type, Orion. I only select the most brilliant minds to be on my team. As you know.”
