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“For others, perhaps, but not for me.”
Maybe I imagined it, but I thought I caught a glint of respect in his eyes. “If you say so, ma’am. He’s at his remote office.”
“Thank you.” I fetched my purse and made my way to the front entrance, where Buzz and Ponytail stood sentry. Like all other males in the house nowadays, excluding Old Man Butler, they cringed as I neared.
“What is everyone’s problem with me?” I demanded.
“The mark,” Buzz replied, no longer willing to even look at me. “We feel the violence behind it.”
Oooh. Yes, that tracked. And what a relief!
Now, to test my newfound freedom. “I need a car,” I told the pair.
Without a word, Ponytail opened the front door. I soared outside and discovered a vehicle already waiting. The original sleek sedan with the usual driver. Had he been out here all morning, just in case?
Angus sprang into action, opening the back door.
“Good morning,” I said.
He opened his mouth to respond, but only choking sounds emerged. Affected by the mark, too? Goodness gracious. How powerful was it?
Trembling, he shut my door and rushed to climb behind the wheel, sealing himself inside.
“To Callen’s office,” I requested.
In seconds, we were ambling down the driveway. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know the bodyguards followed us in another vehicle, staying close but out of my way as Callen had promised.
They must have alerted him of my impending arrival, though, because my phone lit up with a new text.
Mr. Bruce: Is something wrong or is there another new massage technique you’d like to try?
Me: I wish to speak with you face to face.
No other message came in, but I noticed the driver received a call and immediately afterward, he picked up speed, weaving in and out of traffic.
I double checked my seat belt.
Dressed in a dark suit, Callen waited at the front entrance of the office building, pacing. He strode over as soon as we slowed and edged toward the sidewalk, then opened my door. Concern etched his features as he helped me into the sunshine.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded. His gaze slid past me, no doubt landing on Buzz and Ponytail, who rushed closer and shrugged.
“We must talk.” I strode inside the building at his side. The same two receptionists waited at the counter, carryingsmart devices, ready to dictate. “Cancel his eleven o’clock. Possibly his twelve o’clock.”
He didn’t complain, resist, or contradict me. “Cancel everything,” he muttered, releasing me to wind his arm around my waist. Then he basically lifted me off my feet and carried me past the door.
Three men in suits sat in the chairs before the desk, Jamie among them. They shifted to face us. The strangers registered shock, but the prince evinced anger.
“We’ve got to finish our–” one of them began.
“Gentlemen, confer with my assistant outside to reschedule,” he said, his voice curt. “Jamie will help you.”
The trio jumped to their feet, collected their briefcases, and zoomed out, closing the door behind them. Had Callen left them in the middle of a meeting to wait for me?
He let me go and removed his jacket, which he tossed to his desk next to a map of Scotland with several spots X’d out.
After loosening his tie, he pressed a button on a small black remote. As the wall of windows darkened, hiding us from the rest of the world, he took hold of me again and sat in the chair. I could do nothing but settle onto his lap. He rested one hand on my hip and stroked his chin with the other. An intimate position with an incredibly hot man who smoldered.
“Talk.” A clear command.
