Page 81 of Enthrall Climax

Shay’s voice softened, “I’ll track down Mia.”

“Try not to alarm her.”

“Of course.” Shay headed for the door.

I pushed up from my seat and walked over to join Henry. “How are you?”

He stared at me and then his attention fell on Shay as he left. “Alarm Mia?”

After Henry’s attack, I refused to fill him in on the details. “It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing. Shay and I go way back. Don’t take advantage of his commitment to this family.”

I sat on the arm of a chair. “Never. So, how are you?”

“I’m okay.”

“It’s nice to get a visit from you,” I lied. I couldn’t forget about the bruises he’d left on me.

My evil side wished he’d stayed in Big Bear.

His stare held mine. “I’m ready to come back. Maybe take this office.” His gaze roamed the room. “You once told me this would be waiting for me.”

I had promised him that Dad’s corner office on the highest floor of this high-rise could be his. But that was before I’d sacrificed everything to turn this company around and ensure a smooth transition when Dad left—and way before I’d given myself completely to this place for months, being the catalyst that caused the business to skyrocket to success.

My back stiffened. “Why now?”

He narrowed his gaze on me and it looked like an accusation. “Why not?”

I slid down onto the chair and rested my feet on the coffee table. “In what capacity?”

“CEO, of course.”

I’D ARRIVED ATTHEMANHATTANat Times Square Hotel, with two bodyguards accompanying me.

My stomach twisted from the stress of it all and I had to concentrate on not throwing up in front of the other guests who passed us with a cursory glance. This place was a maze. So many turns this way and that until I had lost all sense of direction.

From the way I was led through the sprawling hallways, I knew this had been pre-planned by Henry. They had a keycard all ready for Room 617.

“I need you to call my boyfriend,” I pleaded.

“Keep your voice down,” snapped the one who’d introduced himself as Barret, his Cockney accent causing my arms to prickle.

Inside the room, I spun around to get my bearings. There was a plush couch I’d never sit on and a corner writing desk I’d never use. The windows overlooked Times Square. Down there, people were having fun. Down there, people were free to come and go.

“Help yourself to the mini-bar.” Barret pointed to a cupboard. “If you want anything, just ask.”

“I want to go home.”

“Okay, sure,” he said, following his friend to the door. “Once this is all sorted out.” He closed the door behind him.

I knew Henry had my best interests at heart. On the surface my relationship looked complicated, but it was everything I’d been afraid to dream of having. Cameron was all I wanted, all I needed. I could hardly breathe knowing how panicked he’d be.

Peering through the peephole in the door, I saw Barret standing guard.

I hurried over to the phone on the writing desk, my adrenaline spiking as I picked up the receiver.

There was no dial tone. They’d disconnected it. Though I didn’t care about ordering room service, I needed to get a message to Cameron or Shay to let them know what was going on.