electric surge she felt in her groin told her who it was. She slowly lifted her head to discover that Mr. Bennett was kneeling in front of her.
"Come." His voice was gruff, and his eyebrows were pushed down, shading his eyes. She didn't understand what this expression meant. He jerked her out of her seat by the arm and led her out the door. The limo driver was already waiting just outside the lobby door, with the front door open.
Did Mr. Bennett call ahead?
Ellie could feel the tension, and it was not of a sexual nature, the entire ride home. Mr. Bennett was seething. Once they arrived at Silver Towers, he grabbed her by the wrist and led her quickly to the elevator. This ride was much different than the one that had occurred just a few hours before. Mr. Bennett was silent, anger radiating from every muscle in his body.
With the ding of the elevator, indicating that they had arrived in the penthouse, Mr. Bennett grabbed her wrist again, and drug her out into the foyer. The moment he could turn her toward the penthouse, he grabbed a hold of her other arm as well, and backed her into the wall length window. She found herself pinned there by a very angry man.
"What the hell are you thinking?" His voice bounced around in Ellie's head. He squeezed her arms into her body. Ellie actually looked over her shoulder to be sure the massive penthouse windows didn't shatter with his booming voice.
Jacob could be a bit, controlling, yes. But he had always been respectful. Ellie had never experienced a man's direct anger like this.
Hold your ground, Inner Goddess sounded like a dragon as she insisted on this. Ellie was surprised at the force of the command, but she knew she must listen. If the goddess was taking on dragon like qualities, it was for an important reason.
Miss Sensibility argued, W hy are you being so defiant? First, coming on this trip against Jacob's wishes. Now, behaving so defiantly in the board meeting. Not to mention the Great Elevator Incident. Did he pinch you, or was it your imagination?
Mr. Bennett tightened his grip on her arms, bringing her attention back to the present moment.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well What?" Once again, she had no idea what he was talking about. Why did her head always swim when she was around him? She stared at him with a fury that seemed to come out of nowhere.
Who the hell does he think he is? Inner Goddess chimed in again.
Mr. Bennett's voice cut through her inner musings, "What are you thinking? You can't hold up this vote. The company has no leadership. Your inheritance will disintegrate to ashes if you don't liquidate now. You will be left with nothing." His intensity scared Ellie. She broke free of his grip, and walked to the other side of the window.
She could sense him pacing behind her, but did her best to tune him out. She focused on the view in front of her, and tried to pay attention to the debate raging in her head.
Pay attention to him. He knows what he is doing. Just ask him how long it will take to liquidate and how much you will walk away with. This was her sensible grown-up talking.
Are you shitting me? Inner Goddess was now fully awake. She had done her stretches and was here to stay. You can run this shit. Don't sell out to nipple-twister back there. Tell him you are keeping it, go home, and be the CEO Queen you know you are.
"Shit. What am I going to do?" Ellie was startled when she realized she said this part out loud. She turned away from the window and watched Nick pace.
Why is he so upset? I know he cared for my uncle, but is there something more to this?
"Mr. Bennett? Would you be my CEO? I mean to say, if I keep the holdings? The fitness gym, and the," Ellie paused trying to remember the details of the will, "the resorts?"
At this, Mr. Bennett stopped pacing and barreled toward her. When his face was but inches away from hers, he replied through gritted teeth. "Miss Sanderson, you were capable of running your little life back in
"Come." His voice was gruff, and his eyebrows were pushed down, shading his eyes. She didn't understand what this expression meant. He jerked her out of her seat by the arm and led her out the door. The limo driver was already waiting just outside the lobby door, with the front door open.
Did Mr. Bennett call ahead?
Ellie could feel the tension, and it was not of a sexual nature, the entire ride home. Mr. Bennett was seething. Once they arrived at Silver Towers, he grabbed her by the wrist and led her quickly to the elevator. This ride was much different than the one that had occurred just a few hours before. Mr. Bennett was silent, anger radiating from every muscle in his body.
With the ding of the elevator, indicating that they had arrived in the penthouse, Mr. Bennett grabbed her wrist again, and drug her out into the foyer. The moment he could turn her toward the penthouse, he grabbed a hold of her other arm as well, and backed her into the wall length window. She found herself pinned there by a very angry man.
"What the hell are you thinking?" His voice bounced around in Ellie's head. He squeezed her arms into her body. Ellie actually looked over her shoulder to be sure the massive penthouse windows didn't shatter with his booming voice.
Jacob could be a bit, controlling, yes. But he had always been respectful. Ellie had never experienced a man's direct anger like this.
Hold your ground, Inner Goddess sounded like a dragon as she insisted on this. Ellie was surprised at the force of the command, but she knew she must listen. If the goddess was taking on dragon like qualities, it was for an important reason.
Miss Sensibility argued, W hy are you being so defiant? First, coming on this trip against Jacob's wishes. Now, behaving so defiantly in the board meeting. Not to mention the Great Elevator Incident. Did he pinch you, or was it your imagination?
Mr. Bennett tightened his grip on her arms, bringing her attention back to the present moment.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well What?" Once again, she had no idea what he was talking about. Why did her head always swim when she was around him? She stared at him with a fury that seemed to come out of nowhere.
Who the hell does he think he is? Inner Goddess chimed in again.
Mr. Bennett's voice cut through her inner musings, "What are you thinking? You can't hold up this vote. The company has no leadership. Your inheritance will disintegrate to ashes if you don't liquidate now. You will be left with nothing." His intensity scared Ellie. She broke free of his grip, and walked to the other side of the window.
She could sense him pacing behind her, but did her best to tune him out. She focused on the view in front of her, and tried to pay attention to the debate raging in her head.
Pay attention to him. He knows what he is doing. Just ask him how long it will take to liquidate and how much you will walk away with. This was her sensible grown-up talking.
Are you shitting me? Inner Goddess was now fully awake. She had done her stretches and was here to stay. You can run this shit. Don't sell out to nipple-twister back there. Tell him you are keeping it, go home, and be the CEO Queen you know you are.
"Shit. What am I going to do?" Ellie was startled when she realized she said this part out loud. She turned away from the window and watched Nick pace.
Why is he so upset? I know he cared for my uncle, but is there something more to this?
"Mr. Bennett? Would you be my CEO? I mean to say, if I keep the holdings? The fitness gym, and the," Ellie paused trying to remember the details of the will, "the resorts?"
At this, Mr. Bennett stopped pacing and barreled toward her. When his face was but inches away from hers, he replied through gritted teeth. "Miss Sanderson, you were capable of running your little life back in
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