What Happened After Vegas? (Unexpected Love #2) by Sharon Cummin Read Free Book Online Page A

there's nothing you can do to make
me feel different. I'm not going to hurt you. I will never cheat on
you. I'm not perfect, but I am here one hundred percent. Stop trying
to find a reason we don't work. Do you care about me?"
    "Yes,"
she said. "More than I should."
    "Then
let me deal with this. Let me protect and care for you. Can you do
that for me?"
    Rachel
nodded, and he pulled her closer to him.

Chapter
7
    When
they pulled up in front of the building, he helped her out of the car
and looked into her eyes.
    "Let's
show those ladies how lucky I am," he said with a laugh.
    Rachel
felt her stomach begin to untwist. She let herself smile.
    "As
long as you leave the jacket on," she joked.
    Cliff
held the door open and walked in behind her. The guard nodded to
Cliff on his way by. When they got into the elevator, Cliff pushed
the button for the top floor.
    "I
have several floors of the building, but my office is on the top
floor," he said.
    The
elevator doors opened, and Rachel took a deep breath.
    "Relax,"
he said. "You're with the boss. They will all love you. If they
don't, they'll never let it show. That's how it is with me."
    He
laughed, and she laughed with him. How did he do it, she wondered?
How did he make her feel comfortable in the most uncomfortable
situations?
    "Mr.
Martin," the woman just in front of the elevator spoke.
    Cliff
nodded, as he walked by with Rachel's hand in his. Rachel looked
around her surroundings. Everything was decorated in contemporary
furnishings. There was art on each wall. It looked like a relaxed and
comfortable atmosphere. She was surprised. He looked over with a
smile.
    "Did
you expect it to be all stuffy?" he asked.
    "I
did," she answered. "Will you ever not surprise me?"
    "I
hope not," he answered, as he opened a door and walked her
through it.
    There
was a very nice reception area with a woman at a desk on one side.
There were seats and tables around the room. The woman looked up and
stood as soon as she saw Cliff.
    "Mr.
Martin," she said. "How was lunch?"
    "Very
nice," he answered. "This is Rachel. Rachel, this is
Carol."
    "It's
nice to meet you Carol," Rachel said.
    "It's
nice to meet you too, Rachel," Carol said with a grin.
    "My
office is through here," Cliff said, as he opened a door.
    Rachel
was again surprised at how comfortable his office was. He had a
couch, chairs, a television, a bathroom, bookshelves, a bar, and a
beautiful wooden desk. She was amazed at his view of the city. The
windows were floor to ceiling and the beautiful sun lit the entire
room.
    "No
wonder you work so late," she joked. "It's the size of a
house in here. You even have a television. Is there a bed here
somewhere?"
    "I've
used the couch a few times," he said with a laugh.
    "This
is amazing, Cliff," she said. "I knew it would be
impressive, but I wasn't prepared for this."
    They
sat down at his desk. Rachel gave him the number that had left the
message. She also remembered the name of the flower shop the flowers
had been delivered from earlier in the week. He made a few calls and
messed around on the internet. Within the hour, he had confirmed Jake
had sent the flowers and been the one to text her.
    She
let him know that she didn't think Jake was dangerous and that she
wouldn't text him or answer any calls from that number. Rachel was
sure he would move on and not bother her again. Cliff wasn't as
convinced as she was, but he knew they couldn't get a restraining
order just from what he had done. He wanted to talk to Jake, but she
made him promise he wouldn't unless something else happened. Rachel
felt it would be worse if Jake knew they were talking. Cliff
confirmed with his sister that Jake had quit talking to her all
together.
    Rachel
asked Cliff about his meeting in Detroit to try and change the
subject. Before long, she had him looking up things for them to do
while they were there. She found herself getting more excited about
the weekend. The more she thought about things, she was sure the