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“I’m doing my job,” he said seriously, stalking toward me. “And since you’re not exactly a cooperating client, I have to be creative about how I do things.”
“And I’m entitled to a little privacy.”
I sucked in a breath as he cornered me against the counter. His chest was pressed to mine as his arms wrapped around my waist, hauling me closer. His lips were just a scant inch from mine.
“Do you know how much I want to fucking throttle you for always arguing with me?” he whispered.
I knew I should be offended, but I was dizzy with lust. Bryce was right. I was confused about what I was to Brock.
“You’re so fucking irritating,” he rumbled, his lips whispering over mine. “You don’t fucking listen. You argue with me constantly. And that doesn’t even begin to touch on how fucking annoying you can be when you try to tell me how much better you are than me.”
“Because it’s true,” I said breathlessly, trying to pull away from him. I was getting lost in him, and that was dangerous.
“The only thing that’s fucking true is that I can’t seem to keep my hands off you. And when that asshole walked in here, I wanted to break down the fucking door and kill him.”
“The…” I licked my dry lips, trying to work past the way my brain seemed to go on vacation whenever he was close. “The door wasn’t locked.”
“I’d break it the fuck down anyway just to prove a point.”
Then his lips were on mine and my fingers were in his hair. I moaned as he hoisted me up by the waist and set me on the counter, spreading my legs. I was all too aware of the fabric of my dress ripping at the side of my thighs as it stretched, but I couldn’t bring myself to care when he was this close to me.
“Brock,” I whispered as his lips slid along my jaw and down my neck. God, he did such amazing things to me. I gasped when his fingers brushed over my bare pussy. I was wet for him, desperate for him to touch me. I let my eyes slip closed as pleasure washed over me.
I blocked out all the reasons I shouldn’t let this happen—why Brock was so wrong for me—and just let myself feel the sensual gratification I could get only from him.
He jerked back suddenly, pressing his hand to his ear as he frowned. “Repeat that.”
Through hooded eyes, I tried to make out what was going on, but he was in work mode now. His attention was no longer on what we were just about to do.
“We’re moving now,” he said, pulling me down from the counter. Before I could even adjust myself and make sure I looked presentable, he was dragging me to the door. My heels clacked loudly on the floor as I struggled to keep up with him. Luckily, he pulled me in the opposite direction of the ballroom, down a dark hallway.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Someone made it into the ballroom, so we’re removing you.”
I yanked my hand out of his grasp, refusing to move until he explained himself. “Someone? There are a lot of someones in there!”
“This someone is a suspect. And since we can’t remove him without causing a scene, we’re removing you.”
“This is ridiculous!”
“This is my job,” he argued, grabbing me and dragging me further into the darkness. For just a moment, I was worried as I was pulled down the hallway, but then I spotted Lock and Juliette and relief rushed over me.
“Where is he?” Brock asked him.
“Fox is taking care of him.”
“That should be interesting.”
“The car is being pulled around. I’ll head out first with Juliette. Let’s hope we can make a clean exit.”
Brock held me back as Lock walked outside, sending some signal back. For the first time, part of me wished I knew what they were talking about and what they were doing. My heart beat just a tad harder than I wanted to admit. I shouldn’t be scared. They were making something out of nothing. So there was someone in the ballroom. It didn’t matter. No one would let anything happen to me. They were being overly cautious.
I could tell myself that all I wanted, but it didn’t stop my mind from coming up with a million different scenarios of what was really going on. Brock tugged my hand and then he was dragging me outside. A dizzying sensation washed over me as I stumbled along behind him. Bright lights blinded me and fear clenched my heart as I was shoved into the back seat of a car.
Brock shouted something as Lock hit the gas. I was flung back against the seat as we took off into the streets, swerving to avoid the worst of the traffic. I barely registered Brock telling me to put my seatbelt on. Fumbling, I grabbed the strap and pulled it across my body, shoving it into place with an ominous click.
My breathing was loud in my ears as the city lights flew past us. As we moved further from the gala, I finally worked up the courage to turn and look back. The lights surrounding the building faded as we flew down the road. I was safe. We were gone?—
