Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(81)

“Gone?”

I looked into her blue-grey eyes—looking more grey thanks to the colour of her jumper. “You seriously didn’t think I’d be able to let it stay standing after what happened.”

Tess shook her head. “You destroyed it?”

I nodded. Just like the room where I’d let her hit and scar me. It was demolished. Forever. Good f*cking riddance.

The moment I saw her hair on the bathroom floor and the empty syringe, I knew I couldn’t let the diabolical thing remain. It was empty rubble up there now. “I’ll convert it to a helipad eventually, but right now, the birds can have it.”

She pulled on my hand, yanking me to a stop. Her eyes locked onto mine. “Thank you.”

My forehead furrowed. “For what?”

“For getting rid of it. I can handle a lot of things but I don’t think I could’ve stepped foot in that space again.”

I looked around to see if people were watching. People pretended to be busy, but I knew we were the entertainment. But—oh, f*ck it. I dragged her close and kissed her. Her fingers squeezed my chest. Pulling back, I whispered, “Don’t you think I know that?”

Stepping back, I added, “And I didn’t do it just for you, Tess. I couldn’t go back there either. I would rather my entire company came crashing down than ever go back into a room where I failed to protect you.”

Tess’s eyes swam; her cheeks pinked as she blushed. Blushed? What the hell was she blushing about? I’d had her hanging upside down with my tongue as far as it could go inside her while I drove my cock into her mouth. That was blush-worthy. Having me admit I tore down an office in her honour was not.

“You’re far too good to me.”

I shook my head, hating the twisting in my gut. I wasn’t. I was the opposite. Complete f*cking opposite.

She lowered her voice. “Q…I’ve been so wrapped up in me, I haven’t asked what’s going on with your business. Did everything that happen ruin your company’s reputation?” Her shoulders stiffened. “I didn’t cost you your livelihood, did I?”

Before worry could consume her, I grabbed her chin. “Now is not the time to talk about it, but no. It didn’t.” I placed my hand on her lower back, pushing her the remaining distance to Frederick’s office. If she started asking questions about my unspoken hobby, I didn’t want it to be on the busy floor with overeager ears.

Little did she know that yes, what I’d done had gotten out. And no, it hadn’t ruined my image. In fact—I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Another reason why I needed to talk to Roux.

Arriving at his door, I rapped my knuckles against the frosted glass. I kept telling him he needed a receptionist, but I suppose he’d taken my job while I focused on Tess, and Helen worked for him now.

Frederick opened the door with his back to us. His hair wasn’t its usual perfectly slicked style, seeing as one hand was lodged in the strands. His attire of understated three-piece navy suit with elegant purple tie made me very aware I wasn’t exactly dressed to impress.

I missed wearing a tailored wardrobe—but I didn’t miss why I wasn’t wearing them—I’d much rather be bone-f*cking-naked if it meant I could ravage Tess twenty-four-seven.

His voice raised in a French curse as he removed the Bluetooth headset from his ear, spinning to confront us. His face, with its perfect skin and manicured eyebrows, looked about twenty years old not thirty.

His bright blue eyes landed on Tess, then shot back to me before his jaw fell in shock. “Mercer! Man, I thought you’d run off to get hitched.”

Tess stood a little straighter, watching him with a fierceness I started to recognise as defence. She had history with Frederick—I still didn’t know what they talked about the night he watched me almost rape her, then tuck and run after she used the safeword—but she knew Frederick was my closest friend. The only thing close to family I ever had.

Until her.

“Had a few loose ends before tying that particular knot,” I said, entering his office and slapping his shoulder. “C’est bon de te voir.” It’s good to see you.

He nodded, lips spreading into a smile. “You too. Missed your angry face. What’s it been, three weeks?” It didn’t sound like a long time, but in the scheme of things, seeing as we used to spend ten hours a day together—it was a long f*cking time.

“Bet Angelique’s happy you don’t have to babysit me anymore.” By babysitting he damn well knew I meant traipsing around the world murdering psychopaths and bribing twisted *s.

He laughed. “Well, she got pissed that you left me in charge of this place, leaving me to work double hours, but she got over it.”

I rolled my eyes. “How did you make it up to her?” Did I even want to know what they got up to behind closed doors? I genuinely liked Angelique with her straight black hair and intelligent pretty face, but I couldn’t see any kink in her. I often wondered if Frederick was as completely straight laced as he liked to believe.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Roux laughed. “Well, seeing as you’ll find out soon enough, I’ll tell you now.” He motioned us forward, spreading his arm to encompass the heavy oak desk and black leather couches facing each other. “I hired her.”

“You what?” My head snapped up as I sat beside Tess on the supple leather.