business to point out the obvious.
I
stared at the clock for a second. “Your appointment is at eleven, so I imagine
he will be nineteen minutes. He may be longer. He often runs late, but I have
never known him to be early,” I said, swallowing hard at the dangerous look
that flashed across his dark, intimidating features before he leant over my
desk and started to laugh.
My
heart was pounding. This man was seriously strange. “Would you care for a drink
while you wait?” I asked, knowing I shouldn’t leave him alone in the office,
but equally needing to escape that penetrating stare.
“No.”
He walked back to the couch and settled into the seat, pulling out his phone. “Get
up here. I need someone to amuse me for twenty minutes,” he spoke coldly into
the receiver as I tried to ignore his presence, pretending to type something,
but it was impossible.
I sighed in audible relief as Melody walked in,
taking two steps forward before freezing in her tracks, looking momentarily
terrified before a small smile rested on her bright red lips.
“Dimitri”
she gasped as he stood, holding her shoulders, kissing her cheeks and I
couldn’t decide from her body language whether or not she was comfortable with
what was happening. His strong muscular arms began to roam across her body in a
way that was utterly inappropriate and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. She
obviously knew him, intimately from the looks of things.
She
was frozen, transfixed as though she were in some kind of trance. “You missed
me, Melody,” he said, a statement not a question and she hadn’t taken her eyes
from the Russian giant who was flooding me with a strange anxiety. He was
captivating to watch, and I couldn’t stifle my gasp as a petite young girl
wearing way too much make-up and a barely-there dress walked nervously through
the doors.
What
the hell kind of amusement was he thinking of?
“I
have Melody now, wait in the car,” he said coldly and she left as quickly as
she’d arrived. I looked on, increasingly uncomfortable and concerned for my
colleague. What the hell did she think she was doing?
“Call
Lucas and tell him I want to see him now,” he said, running his fingers down
Melody’s face as she put a gentle hand on his thick, muscular forearm and held
it there.
“I can’t, Dimitri. This is Lucas Hunter. He is
ready when he’s ready,” she said and I could hear the tension in her voice as
he tilted his head, holding her gaze, saying nothing else. There was a strange
threat in that silent look and Melody understood it loud and clear.
I
watched her carefully as she rounded the desk and picked up her phone. “Mr Hunter,
Dimitri Gorav is here and he wishes to see you now.” The colour drained from
her face as I watched the ordinarily confident ice queen all but thaw to a
dribbling wet puddle as she replaced the receiver. “He said he will see you at
eleven as agreed, Dimitri.” she muttered nervously.
“Call
him back,” he snapped angrily at Melody as the phone on her desk rang and she
glanced at me before picking it up, listening intently for a couple of seconds.
“I’m
needed immediately in the boardroom, excuse me,” she said, hurrying through the
doors and leaving me to deal with the odd Russian.
I
picked up her phone as it rang again. “It’s Jacob from the front desk. I was
just trying to tell Melody that the dry cleaners called to say Lucas’s suits
are ready, but I got cut off,” he said as I narrowed my eyes.
“Jacob,
can you tell me if the boardrooms are occupied right now?” I asked, unable to
believe that even Melody would be so callous as to disappear and leave me alone
with this psycho.
“None
of them are booked out, Jess,” he said as I shook my head. Fucking
bitch.
“Your boss is disrespectful,” Dimitri’s voice
boomed as he turned his attention on me, walking closer and closer to my desk
as I wondered what the hell he was going to do. I had never felt threatened in
the