Unspoken 2 by A Lexy Beck Read Free Book Online Page B

by, we agreed to keep things under wraps. I opened the door to my office to find a lush bouquet of two dozen red roses. I pulled the card off.
    “Your ‘Secret’ Admirer.”
    I immediately thought of Cain and our date this evening, and felt excitement bubble up within me. I looked down at the messages again. I dreaded having to call Ashley.
    “Cain Parker’s office.” The familiar voice on the other end of the phone was Ashley.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Murant. This is Miss Dunning, calling for Cain Parker.” I had to remind myself to be polite to her.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Dunning, I’ll get Cain for you.”
    “Miss Dunning…thanks for returning my call so quickly. I was wondering if you had a chance to—” There was a pause then. “Ok, can we push dinner back to 7:30? I need to take care of something first.” Cain’s voice was smooth, like honey.
    “Sure, that sounds fine. Hey, I want to say thank you. I was totally surprised.”
    There was silence. “Surprised? By what?”
    I stared at the flowers. “Ok, I’m sitting in my office looking at two dozen red roses. These aren’t from you?”
    His voice became quiet and dark. “No, Jennifer. They aren’t from me.”

Chapter Twelve
    I stared at the card from the flowers for a moment before ripping it in half and tossing it in the trash. I walked the vase of flowers to the receptionist’s desk and plopped them on top of the high counter.
    “Here’s something to brighten up your day!” I smiled at the temp working the phones. “Did you happen to see who delivered these, or what company they were from?”
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Dunning, I wasn’t at the desk when they came through. I actually never saw the delivery at all.
    “Hmm, Ok. Thanks. Well, enjoy them, anyway.” I walked back into my office and plopped back down in my leather office chair. Between the break in and the anonymous flower delivery, I was more than a little on edge.
    The flashing light and soft tone of my desk phone prevented my mind from drifting further into the worrisome thoughts running through my head. “Jennifer Dunning.” My sudden shift to a professional voice caught me off guard.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Dunning.” The voice on the phone belonged to Dylan Rogers.
    “Mr. Rogers, how can I help you?”
    Dylan sighed. “I thought we had this settled. Please, call me Dylan.”
    I sank down in my seat, waving at Reese as he walked into the office. I pointed at the phone, trying to signal to my partner who I was talking to. “Okay, Dylan…how may I help you?”
    “I could pretend that I had something to ask you—maybe something about the next meeting—but what I really want to know is if you’re free for dinner this evening.” His voice had a joking tone to it, but I knew he wasn’t kidding. That was his way of saving himself from embarrassment. I had only met Dylan Rogers a few times, but I knew he wasn’t a man who enjoyed humiliation—or being told no. He must have sensed my hesitation. “Did you like the flowers?”
    “Um, yes— the roses were lovely, but you really shouldn’t have.”
    “Oh, I see. Well, I just felt for all of the work you’re doing for our company…”
    “That isn’t necessary, Dylan. It’s my job.”
    “I understand. Really, though, I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you were appreciated.” The creepiness in his voice put me back on edge and I stared at Reese from across the room with wide eyes.
    “Well, thank you again, Dylan, but…” He didn’t let me finish.
    “Are you seeing anyone? When we first met, I kind of got the vibe that you were single. Was I wrong?”
    “I’m sorry, Dylan. I know we’ve had this conversation before, at the coffee shop. This really isn’t appropriate. I’m working on your case and...”
    “Is it Cain?” His voice dropped a nd I could feel his intensity.
    “Cain? I’m not sure what you mean.” How did Dylan find out about Cain and I? I played off the conversation.
    “You