"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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When I stepped out of the elevator at Carter Industries, I didn't even stop to check in with Trish, Shawn 's secretary, before I rushed into his office.
"Ms. Knowles!" Trish followed after me.
Shawn sat behind his sleek black desk, the phone cradled between his cheek and his shoulder with his fingers perched on his keyboard. He glanced first at me then behind me at Trish. "Hold on a moment, Landon," he said into the receiver.
He pushed the hold button. "It's okay, Patricia."
I didn't wait for the click of the door to shut behind Trish as she left. "Finish your phone call and meet me in the loft." I was heading for the elevator at the back of the office. "And so, you know, we're gonna fight."
The private elevator went to Shawn 's loft-the bachelor pad where he and I had spent many of our first sexual encounters. I hadn't been back there since he'd invited me to the penthouse, and while I would have expected a rush of nostalgia, I felt nothing but betrayal and rage.
In the loft, I only had time to throw my bag on the couch before the elevator returned with Shawn. He stepped into the loft, located me pacing, and took a seat in an armchair, his attention completely focused on me.
I'd composed a hundred different things to say to him on the way to his office, but now that I was in front of him, my anger had me tongue-tied.
But Shawn was as calm and cool as ever. "He wasn't supposed to tell you until we got back from Japan."
He. Shawn wouldn’t even say Kendrick's name. At least he wasn't pretending he didn't know what I was pissed about.
It didn't make me any calmer. "Lucky for me, he's a good friend. Also, I never agreed to go to Japan."
"Touché;"
"What the f**k, Shawn?" My emotions were boiling inside of me, threatening to explode.
He crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle on his knee. "I offered Kendrick an opportunity, and he took it."
"You agreed we could discuss it further."
"I agreed we could discuss the future management of The Sky Launch further, and we certainly will."
He was so even, so in control-it only fueled my rage. "This was part of that!"
"You should have been more specific." He didn't even blink.
God, I wanted to throw something-anything. Instead I threw my words at him. "You knew what I meant. You knew how I felt and you went ahead and ignored everything I said. I thought you cared about me, but you obviously don't, because that's not how you treat someone that you're in a relationship with."
He put his leg on the floor and leaned forward, finally animated. "Yes, I did know how you felt. And you knew how I felt. You wanted me not to fire him, I wanted him gone. Offering him a job elsewhere-a promotion, mind you at my biggest club in the country-was, I thought, a pretty damn good compromise."
