really too busy to eat?”
“It’s not about eating or being too busy ,” he said, his voice mildly heated. “It’s about you not following orders.”
I swallowed thickly. “Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll leave then.”
I started to turn for the door, but Carlos caught my arm, swinging me back around. “Is it happening?” he questioned.
“Is what happening?”
He gave me a dull look. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I shook my head. “No… I don’t.”
“Yes, you do, Mya. Because if it is, I can just send you home right now. I don’t need you to break commands. When I tell you no, that means no. When I tell you to wait for me, that means wait for me.”
I scoffed. “Why are you so upset about me showing up!? I was coming by to grant you a favor. I was being a friend. It’s lunch , Carlos. What’s so bad about me bringing lunch?”
“I told you I was fine. Yet, you didn’t listen. Why?” he breathed.
“I was being nice,” I said slowly.
“Nice?” He backed away, laughing dryly. “Nice. Is that right?”
I nodded, folding my arms.
“Well it seems to me you just wanted to come by to see me… you and I both know this isn’t about the lunch.”
I narrowed my brows. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying you need to get out of here and get back to the hotel right now or I will call this whole thing off.” He took a step forward, nostrils flared. “And I know you don’t want it to end yet. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor. All you have to do is listen, and everything will work out. But if you don’t, nothing will work out. This,” he said, pointing between himself and me, “…won’t work out. I need to know you won’t drag your issues into this.”
“I don’t have any issues,” I mumbled.
Carlos smirked. “Oh, you have issues. You just don’t like to admit to them.”
I looked him hard in the eyes, outraged that he’d gone to levels so deep. Why was it that he knew so much about me but I knew nothing about him? Why didn’t he want me to come by his office today? Was it a test? Did he tell me not to come just to see what I would do? Or was he hiding something… something he didn’t want me—or anyone—to know anything about? Like that woman in green, perhaps.
My blood was boiling. I had to get the hell away from him. I needed to calm down. After dramatically dropping the bag of sushi at his feet and whirling around, I snatched his office door open and hurried for the elevator. But when the doors opened, there were those three men in suits again. They eyed me briefly before marching around me and heading for Carlos’s office.
I frowned as I entered the cart. They didn’t even check in with Jane. Who the hell were these guys? Unfortunately, the doors closed before I could see them enter his office. I figured they worked for him as well. Whatever.
I made it out to the car and slid in. Isaac didn’t dare look back. He simply started the car and pulled off. I felt kind of bad lying to him, especially since lunch didn’t go as planned, but I ignored my guilt and focused on all the things Carlos said.
Then, I wondered… was it happening? Had I already lost my constraint? I swore I was only going to be in this for the fun of it, but already, things had transitioned for me. I felt obligated to do things for Carlos. I felt it was my duty to make sure he was satisfied in all ways other than sex.
But he didn’t want that.
I’d ignored his command about coming to his office all because I wanted to see him. He was right about one thing… I wasn’t coming to see him just to provide lunch. No. It was something more.
Something dangerous.
Something I didn’t want to admit.
Something I should’ve been running away from once I had the chance.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I was going to control my behavior and myself. I was going to finish off the next few days, and then I was going home.
Nothing more could come of this. I had to get that into
“It’s not about eating or being too busy ,” he said, his voice mildly heated. “It’s about you not following orders.”
I swallowed thickly. “Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll leave then.”
I started to turn for the door, but Carlos caught my arm, swinging me back around. “Is it happening?” he questioned.
“Is what happening?”
He gave me a dull look. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I shook my head. “No… I don’t.”
“Yes, you do, Mya. Because if it is, I can just send you home right now. I don’t need you to break commands. When I tell you no, that means no. When I tell you to wait for me, that means wait for me.”
I scoffed. “Why are you so upset about me showing up!? I was coming by to grant you a favor. I was being a friend. It’s lunch , Carlos. What’s so bad about me bringing lunch?”
“I told you I was fine. Yet, you didn’t listen. Why?” he breathed.
“I was being nice,” I said slowly.
“Nice?” He backed away, laughing dryly. “Nice. Is that right?”
I nodded, folding my arms.
“Well it seems to me you just wanted to come by to see me… you and I both know this isn’t about the lunch.”
I narrowed my brows. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying you need to get out of here and get back to the hotel right now or I will call this whole thing off.” He took a step forward, nostrils flared. “And I know you don’t want it to end yet. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor. All you have to do is listen, and everything will work out. But if you don’t, nothing will work out. This,” he said, pointing between himself and me, “…won’t work out. I need to know you won’t drag your issues into this.”
“I don’t have any issues,” I mumbled.
Carlos smirked. “Oh, you have issues. You just don’t like to admit to them.”
I looked him hard in the eyes, outraged that he’d gone to levels so deep. Why was it that he knew so much about me but I knew nothing about him? Why didn’t he want me to come by his office today? Was it a test? Did he tell me not to come just to see what I would do? Or was he hiding something… something he didn’t want me—or anyone—to know anything about? Like that woman in green, perhaps.
My blood was boiling. I had to get the hell away from him. I needed to calm down. After dramatically dropping the bag of sushi at his feet and whirling around, I snatched his office door open and hurried for the elevator. But when the doors opened, there were those three men in suits again. They eyed me briefly before marching around me and heading for Carlos’s office.
I frowned as I entered the cart. They didn’t even check in with Jane. Who the hell were these guys? Unfortunately, the doors closed before I could see them enter his office. I figured they worked for him as well. Whatever.
I made it out to the car and slid in. Isaac didn’t dare look back. He simply started the car and pulled off. I felt kind of bad lying to him, especially since lunch didn’t go as planned, but I ignored my guilt and focused on all the things Carlos said.
Then, I wondered… was it happening? Had I already lost my constraint? I swore I was only going to be in this for the fun of it, but already, things had transitioned for me. I felt obligated to do things for Carlos. I felt it was my duty to make sure he was satisfied in all ways other than sex.
But he didn’t want that.
I’d ignored his command about coming to his office all because I wanted to see him. He was right about one thing… I wasn’t coming to see him just to provide lunch. No. It was something more.
Something dangerous.
Something I didn’t want to admit.
Something I should’ve been running away from once I had the chance.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I was going to control my behavior and myself. I was going to finish off the next few days, and then I was going home.
Nothing more could come of this. I had to get that into
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