head. It was just an act, of course, and all the more disgusting
because of it. She was conniving and stopped at nothing to get what she wanted.
Even an engagement ring.
Sol spotted the rock sitting on Heather’s finger from across
the foyer and wondered if Darina had seen it as well. If so, she gave no
outward sign and he felt a surge of pride for her strength. He’d never been
engaged, couldn’t even think of a single woman he would tie himself to, but
knew Darina’s pain couldn’t have ended after only three months. He remembered
catching her as she stumbled from the conference room that night, tears
streaking down her face. He’d followed her upstairs, knowing what she might be
interrupting. Heather had told him to keep everyone downstairs, but he couldn’t
lie to Darina when she asked if he’d seen Marc head to his office. It shamed
Sol to think he could’ve stopped her, but she’d deserved to know the truth
about the two-timing bastard.
Sol’s musings were interrupted when his partner, Dan, stood
from the chair beside him and slapped him on the back.
“Someone’s locked in the bathroom on four. You want to get
it?” Dan asked.
Sol smiled as he considered the possible scene awaiting
upstairs.
“Nah, you go ahead, old man. I’ll man the fort.”
Dan grinned and shook his head as he headed for the service
elevator. Sol watched him go before turning back to the monitors in front of
him. Eight little black-and-white screens showed the elevator foyer of each
floor as well as the small parking lot outside. 9800 Travers Place wasn’t the
largest building in the heart of downtown Houston, but it housed one of the
most successful human resource consulting firms in the South. And Heather’s
father owned every brick from the ground up.
Come on, beautiful. Where are you?
His gaze automatically shot to the monitor for the sixth
floor just as Darina’s supple form appeared for a brief moment. His breath
caught and his cock hardened in just that quick glimpse. She had no idea what
she did to him every time he saw her, and as far as he was concerned she never
would. She deserved a hell of a lot more than he could offer. Darina was a
goddess in his eyes and she deserved a man who could keep her happy and bathed
in jewels. Sol sighed and shook his head. He’d be doing good to afford dinner
at a decent restaurant. No, Darina Tanner wasn’t for him, no matter how often
he dreamt of her.
* * * * *
Darina finished typing up the last email on her list and hit
“send” with a sigh of satisfaction. Finally, she was done for the day and could
head home to her apartment…alone. She forced a smile on her face, determined
not to let the thought depress her anymore.
I need to get a cat.
After turning off her computer and gathering her purse, she
headed out the door and toward the elevators. She heard the murmur of voices,
but rounded the corner before realizing they were familiar and froze at the
sight. It was nearly six o’clock on a Friday and the building should’ve been
empty by now, but Heather and Marc stood waiting for an elevator wrapped in
each other’s arms, sharing a searing kiss.
Oh God.
Darina slapped a hand over her mouth to cover a gasp as she
silently stepped back around the corner. They hadn’t seen her. She stood
trembling, willing herself to go back to her office before they realized she
was there.
I’ll just wait until they’ve had time to leave. No big
deal.
Sol watched the drama unfold on the monitor and swore under
his breath. He knew something like this was bound to happen. Marc and Darina
worked on the same floor. It was inevitable they would eventually run into each
other. He watched Darina creep back around the corner just before the elevator
doors opened and the happy couple disappeared from view.
Bastards.
He wanted to punch Marc in the face when he arrived in the
foyer with the bitch, but refrained from endangering his job and his freedom.
They walked out into the night
because of it. She was conniving and stopped at nothing to get what she wanted.
Even an engagement ring.
Sol spotted the rock sitting on Heather’s finger from across
the foyer and wondered if Darina had seen it as well. If so, she gave no
outward sign and he felt a surge of pride for her strength. He’d never been
engaged, couldn’t even think of a single woman he would tie himself to, but
knew Darina’s pain couldn’t have ended after only three months. He remembered
catching her as she stumbled from the conference room that night, tears
streaking down her face. He’d followed her upstairs, knowing what she might be
interrupting. Heather had told him to keep everyone downstairs, but he couldn’t
lie to Darina when she asked if he’d seen Marc head to his office. It shamed
Sol to think he could’ve stopped her, but she’d deserved to know the truth
about the two-timing bastard.
Sol’s musings were interrupted when his partner, Dan, stood
from the chair beside him and slapped him on the back.
“Someone’s locked in the bathroom on four. You want to get
it?” Dan asked.
Sol smiled as he considered the possible scene awaiting
upstairs.
“Nah, you go ahead, old man. I’ll man the fort.”
Dan grinned and shook his head as he headed for the service
elevator. Sol watched him go before turning back to the monitors in front of
him. Eight little black-and-white screens showed the elevator foyer of each
floor as well as the small parking lot outside. 9800 Travers Place wasn’t the
largest building in the heart of downtown Houston, but it housed one of the
most successful human resource consulting firms in the South. And Heather’s
father owned every brick from the ground up.
Come on, beautiful. Where are you?
His gaze automatically shot to the monitor for the sixth
floor just as Darina’s supple form appeared for a brief moment. His breath
caught and his cock hardened in just that quick glimpse. She had no idea what
she did to him every time he saw her, and as far as he was concerned she never
would. She deserved a hell of a lot more than he could offer. Darina was a
goddess in his eyes and she deserved a man who could keep her happy and bathed
in jewels. Sol sighed and shook his head. He’d be doing good to afford dinner
at a decent restaurant. No, Darina Tanner wasn’t for him, no matter how often
he dreamt of her.
* * * * *
Darina finished typing up the last email on her list and hit
“send” with a sigh of satisfaction. Finally, she was done for the day and could
head home to her apartment…alone. She forced a smile on her face, determined
not to let the thought depress her anymore.
I need to get a cat.
After turning off her computer and gathering her purse, she
headed out the door and toward the elevators. She heard the murmur of voices,
but rounded the corner before realizing they were familiar and froze at the
sight. It was nearly six o’clock on a Friday and the building should’ve been
empty by now, but Heather and Marc stood waiting for an elevator wrapped in
each other’s arms, sharing a searing kiss.
Oh God.
Darina slapped a hand over her mouth to cover a gasp as she
silently stepped back around the corner. They hadn’t seen her. She stood
trembling, willing herself to go back to her office before they realized she
was there.
I’ll just wait until they’ve had time to leave. No big
deal.
Sol watched the drama unfold on the monitor and swore under
his breath. He knew something like this was bound to happen. Marc and Darina
worked on the same floor. It was inevitable they would eventually run into each
other. He watched Darina creep back around the corner just before the elevator
doors opened and the happy couple disappeared from view.
Bastards.
He wanted to punch Marc in the face when he arrived in the
foyer with the bitch, but refrained from endangering his job and his freedom.
They walked out into the night
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