by Nikki Chase
She’d also throw out or return items that she didn’t think would work with the rest of my wardrobe. For the rest, she’d get them altered to fit me. As a petite girl, I often needed hemlines and shoulder straps shortened.
Having a personal stylist is as awesome as it sounds.
I’ve learned a lot about dressing for my body from my stylist, which is why I look okay now, even though these clothes will probably get destroyed after a few cycles in the wash.
I run my fingers through my dark brown hair, removing any tangles and strays. I bare my teeth to check for any remnants of my breakfast. I blow onto my hand and find that my breath is still perfectly minty.
This is the first time I’m seeing Zeke again, after seven years. I shouldn’t have any feelings left for him—it’s been way too long. But my heart is beating so quickly, and it’s not just because this is my first day at work.
I’m nervous to see what he’s like, now that he’s all grown up. And I’m anxious about him seeing me. I’m excited and worried, all at the same time.
The elevator door opens and my heart goes wild, sending a rush of blood throughout my body. I look around, expecting to spot him.
Stop being an idiot, I chide myself. The receptionist already said he’s still in a meeting. It’s going to take a while until I finally get to see him.
I walk through the glass doors with the Harris Holdings logo on them.
“Hello,” greets another pretty blonde in her twenties. This one is friendly. She’s smiling, at least.
“Hi,” I say as I approach her desk. “I’m here to see Zeke Harris. I was told to wait here.”
“Miss Martin, right?” she asks cheerfully.
“Yes.”
“My name’s Dana, by the way. I’m Mr. Martin’s personal assistant,” she says. “Your appointment has been moved back by half an hour. I sent you a text message to let you know. Didn’t you get that?”
I fish my phone out of my bag and light up the screen. Sure enough, there’s a text from an unknown number about the appointment.
“I did,” I admit. “I don’t know why I didn’t read it. But it’s okay, I can wait.”
“If you go down this hall, you’ll find the waiting room,” she says. “I’ll let you know when Mr. Harris is ready to see you.”
“Thank you.”
My heart pounds so hard in my chest that my legs feel weak as I make my way down the hallway.
I try to distract myself from my anxiety by studying the black-and-white photographs hanging on the wall. They all depict strange, foreign lands. I used to love to travel, but that was a long time ago.
When I finally reach the sitting area, I plunk myself down on the couch. I grab a magazine from the coffee table and put it on my lap.
But my legs start to shake, making it hard for me to read . If this keeps up, I’ll fall down on my face before I even get to see Zeke.
I’ve gotten through about half of the magazine when the personal assistant finds me and asks me to follow her.
More blown-up black-and-white photographs line the walls of the hallways we pass through. Zeke must really like this set of pictures—or maybe his interior decorator does.
Luckily, Dana walks me all the way to the door of Zeke’s office. She smiles at me as she knocks. The wood sounds thick and solid, but my ears are straining to hear something else: Zeke’s voice.
“Yes,” he says from behind the door. His voice is deeper now. Manlier. There’s confidence and authority behind it.
Chills run down my arms. I glance down and realize I’m getting goosebumps just from hearing him. That voice, it burrows under my skin and refuses to leave.
Dana pushes the door open. How is she so calm? How does she stand to work every day with Zeke?
I take a few deep breaths, realizing how crazy I’m being. Zeke probably doesn’t affect this girl the way that he affects me.
I don’t know what it is about him, but from the first time we met, it has always felt like there were magnets pulling us together.
“Miss Martin is here to see you, sir,” she says.
Jealousy grips my heart when I hear her call him “sir.” I know the term is not always sexual. But I also know that Zeke used to like some power play in bed. This Dana may be a perfectly nice girl, but I don’t like how close she is to Zeke.
“Send her in,” he says, in that same deep voice.
“Yes, sir,” Dana says. Her voice suddenly sounds grating to my ears.
But I don’t have time to worry about Dana.
I’m about to see Zeke Harris. The one man who has been haunting my thoughts and my dreams, pretty consistently, for ten years.
Zeke
“So it can be done?” I ask, for the ninth time during this meeting.
I need to be sure. There’s no room for mistakes, and there’s no room for delays.
“Sure, it can be done…” Aiden lets his voice trail off. I know what he wants to say, because he has been repeating the same warning, more than nine times during this same meeting.
“But you don’t think I should do it,” I say, completing his sentence.
“No, I don’t. Not at all.” Aiden raises his thick eyebrows and shakes his head. “I think it would be a huge mistake.”
“I know, but I don’t think I have a choice here.”
I don’t usually tell people shit, but Aiden actually needs to know this shit, seeing as he’s charging me a fortune for his legal advice.
This is not just about me, after all. There’s a woman and a child involved. I need to do what’s best for them.
“I wouldn’t do it if I were you, but I’m not you. Like I always say, I’m only here to help you make an informed decision.” Despite his words, Aiden still wears the expression of someone who truly disapproves of my actions.
As a lawyer, he’s not supposed to judge my decisions. But having worked together for years now, we’re also friends. And as a friend, Aiden gets worried about me.
He must be feeling all kinds of confused right now. I chuckle.
“Anything funny?” Aiden asks.
“No, man. I’m just touched that you care about me so much,” I say.
“Fuck you,” he says, laughing. At least he’s not all doom and gloom anymore.
“You know I’m still going to have time for you, even if I’m married.”
“You’re crazy.” Aiden shakes his head again.
“Yeah, but you already know that, and yet you’re still my friend. Could it be that you like that I’m crazy?” I ask in mock surprise.
“Yeah, you’re my source of free entertainment. Dumb-ass.” Aiden’s expression turns serious and he asks, “Why does it have to be her?”
“That’s just the way it is.” I shrug. I’ve never thought about marrying anyone other than this girl.
“She almost got you killed.”
“Oh, it wasn’t so bad. Yeah, we were seeing each other when I was working for her dad, but he wasn’t going to actually kill me had he found out. Dads just say that to be scary, although I have to admit her dad was particularly intimidating.”
“Okay, I find it disturbing that you use the plural of ‘dads,’ as if multiple dads have given you actual death threats, which suggests that maybe something’s wrong with you. But that’s not new, and that’s not the important thing here.” Aiden pauses and stares right at me. “What about Trevor?”
“What about Trevor?” I parrot him.
“You know what people are saying. The leak came from a few possible sources. It’s possible she was one of them.”
“She’s not like that,” I say with confidence. “And even if she was the source of the leak, I’m sure she didn’t have any other choice.”
“You don’t know that. You haven’t seen her in seven years. So many things could’ve happened. A lot of things have happened, actually. In all likelihood, she’s a very different person than the one you remember.”
“That’s why you have to make the pre-nup airtight
. That’s why I’m paying you so much money.”
“There is no such thing as an airtight pre-nup, Zeke. That’s only in the movies. I can’t fucking believe you’re actually going to do this.” Aiden breathes in deeply and sighs. “Fine, I’ll do my best. But promise me you’ll rethink this. At least, after you see her this morning, sleep on it and decide tomorrow.”
“No can do. You know as well as I do that there’s no time.” I lean forward in my chair.
“Can’t you convince Joanne some other way?” Aiden asks.
“You don’t think I’ve tried?”
“I know she’s like a sister to you, but damn, I can’t believe you’re willing to go this far for her.”
“It’s not completely altruistic. This girl, she’s special.”
“What’s her name again?” Aiden asks.
“Alejandra.”
It feels strange to say her name out loud. I realize that even though I repeat that name like a mantra in my head all the time, I don’t often actually say it. That’s because she hasn’t been around—but things are going to change now.
“Right. She thinks she’s coming here for a job?” Aiden asks.
“It’s technically a job.” I shrug.
“I guess. But I bet she doesn’t know the exact nature of the job.”
“I haven’t had a chance to talk to her.”
“How did she find you anyway?” Aiden asks.
“She didn’t find me. Someone found her, and referred her here to work for me.”
“That someone doesn’t know about the history between you two?”
“It’s not a big deal. We dated for, like, one week, seven years ago.”
“Still, it doesn’t seem very ethical or professional, to hire your ex,” Aiden says.
“I don’t care.”
“Wait, who’s this person who found her?” Aiden asks.
“Just one of the people who are still loyal to her family. They helped her get set up in the city. They even gave her a bag of her mom’s jewelry that they’d been keeping for her for years.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, her family used to command respect,” I say.
“I’ll bet. With the kind of things they used to do? Fuck, I’d respect the hell out of them, too.”
I laugh. “This is why we wouldn’t have met when we were younger.”
“What did you do for them, again?”
“I was part of the security team. And the clean-up crew, at the very beginning.”
Aiden scrunches up his nose in disgust. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“If you think it means getting rid of dead bodies, you’d be right.”
“Jesus. You’re a sick motherfucker, Harris.”
“Hey, I never killed anybody,” I protest. “All I did was scoop up some pink goop and throw it away.”
“Okay, no need to give me all the details.”
“But don’t you want to hear more? It’s so interesting. Did you know that when someone dies drunk, he’d smell like booze inside, too?”
“No, and I didn’t need that information. I could’ve gone through my whole life without knowing that, and I would’ve been fine. Wouldn’t have missed a thing. ”
“Too bad,” I say with a wide grin.
I would’ve continued telling Aiden some disgusting stories from my past, if it weren’t for the ringing of the landline phone on my desk.
“Excuse me,” I say to Aiden as I pick up the receiver. I don’t like to take a call in the middle of a meeting, but I have a VIP guest today. “Yes, Dana?”
“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting, but you told me to call you immediately once Miss Martin gets here.”
“Yes, Dana, I remember. She’s here?” I ask, adrenaline pumping into my blood. It has been years since the last time meeting a girl got me nervous.
But Ali’s different. My heart will always beat faster for her. I’ve always known that.
“Yes, sir. She’s in the waiting room right now,” Dana says.
Dana’s words immediately conjure up images of Alejandra’s shapely ass on my couch while she thumbs through one of my glossy magazines. Her body on my things—I’d like to see more of that.
“Bring her here,” I say, glancing at Aiden to let him know what’s happening. From his nod, I can tell he knows it’s time for him to leave.
“Yes, sir,” Dana says before she hangs up.
Aiden said she could be a completely different person than the one I remember in my head.
He makes sense, of course. But I doubt he’s right. I’m sure that beautiful girl from my memory is still around in the world somewhere.
Either way, I’ll find out for myself soon. I’m excited—I can’t deny it.
I’ve been telling Aiden I’m doing this for Joanne, but really, it’s for me as well.
After finding out she’s still alive, I became obsessed with the idea of owning her, keeping her safe from the world, and from the men who want to hurt her.
I can’t stand to just watch from the sidelines while she suffers. I’ve ignored her plight enough. It’s time for me to do something.
But the reason I’m inviting her to my office today is not completely altruistic.
“I know you’re still going to do it, you stubborn dumb-ass,” Aiden says as he gets up. “But do me a favor and make sure this is really what you want. There’s no going back.”
“I know.”
I know the risks, and I’m still going to do it.
Ali
Before I can enter Zeke’s office, a tall figure walks out through the door. My heart skips a beat as I wonder if he has come out to meet me. But when I finally see the man’s face, I realize it's not him.
This man wears a grim expression. He nods at me, but I feel some hostility coming from him.
Strange. As far as I can tell, this is the first time we’re seeing each other. There should be no reason for him to dislike me. I wonder if the meeting didn’t go well.
I nod back at him. Under different circumstances, I’d totally check him out. He has a buff body, a handsome face, and a strong presence—just the kind of guy I often go for.
But right now, I’m way too distracted to bother. I’m already overwhelmed by the anticipation of seeing Zeke again.
I don’t have time or energy to devote to figuring out why this guy is glaring at me like I’m the anti-Christ.
My legs feel like limp noodles, but somehow, they manage to carry me through the doorway.
Zeke’s big, dark desk faces the door, so the moment I step inside, our eyes lock.
My breath hitches in my throat.
I’d recognize that face anywhere.
Those dark, dangerous eyes that give him an irresistible bad-boy charm.
That high-bridged nose.
Those lips that burned my whole body with desire.
And don’t even get me started on what those lips do when they get anywhere close to my—.
I take a deep breath and push my filthy thoughts away. They’re only going to make me more nervous.
As it is, my heart is hammering so hard against my rib cage I’m afraid he can see me shaking.
I take a good look at him, noting the similarities and the differences between the real thing and the memories. This goes on for a few seconds, but it feels like forever.
The door clicks as it shuts behind me, jolting me back into reality. Zeke’s personal assistant must’ve pulled it closed while I’m frozen by the door like a statue.
“It’s been a long time, Ali,” Zeke says with a warm smile.
That smile. Oh god that smile. I’ve lain in bed in the dark so many nights, trying to conjure up that smile in my mind. Seven years, and he still smiles the same way.
I don’t know why I thought he’d change his perfect smile, but it feels funny to see such a familiar smile on a stranger.
It’s weird; I feel like I know him, but at the same time I have no idea what he’s like.
&n
bsp; “Long time indeed,” I respond, trying to keep my cool as I finally manage to force my feet to step forward.
“Take a seat,” he says, gesturing at the two guest chairs across the desk from him.
He still speaks the same way, too—the things he could make me do with that voice.
He’s taller and more muscular. He probably still has his tattoos, but they’re hidden underneath his designer suit now.
“Thanks.” I drag the chair out, the leather soft and cool on my hand.
His piercing gaze follows me as I sit down. He has always been good at reading me. He probably knows I’m thinking about all those other times I did his bidding in bed, which is not too different from the way I’m following his order now.
“How have you been?” Zeke asks, leaning forward in his chair and clasping his hands on the chunky wooden desk.
“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard.” I thought he’d know enough rather than to ask me a question like that. Maybe the ideal Zeke only exists in my brain, after all.
He winces, as if he can read my mind. “I’m sorry, Ali. I wasn’t thinking.” Another smile spreads across his handsome face, his eyes soft and warm. “I just can’t believe you’re here.”
“I can’t believe I’m here either.” I return his smile.
Maybe I was too quick to judge. Maybe I should give us a chance to get over the awkwardness. It has been seven years. Many things have changed.
I cast my glance around this office. The wall behind Zeke gives me a bird’s eye view of the city. Another wall is taken up by a huge floor-to-ceiling, built-in bookshelves. A few framed black-and-white photographs hang on the other walls.
“You’ve done well for yourself.” I give him a smile.
“I’ve been lucky,” he says.
“Wow. You’ve changed.”
“How do you mean?” Zeke asks.
“The old you was a cocky son of a bitch. He would’ve taken all the credit for his success.”
Zeke laughs—Jesus, I miss that sound. He says, “You know me so well, Ali. It’s been so long, I forget how much you know me.”
“So, have you been itching to flaunt this success?” I ask as the corners of my lips tug upward.
