Chapter 103


    “Now, Emma!” He growls my way and I realize this is futile, he won’t let me leave until I do. I take a


    deep breath and stare at him, telling him in detail, as much as I can remember. He sits the whole time


    in silence, jaw clenched and brows down in an angry re, watching me intensely. I hate him looking at


    me that way. I’m doubting myself, wondering if he’s thinking I’m being a drama queen. If he even


    believes me or is wondering why I would assume Dan had done anything wrong.


    When I’m done, he pulls out his cell and barks orders at some poor soul, issuing marching orders on


    grounds of sexual harassment. He stills while they exin something to him on the other end of the


    line.


    “Then set it up … Him, you and whatever legal team representatives are avable, first thing … Offer


    him severance. I don’t give a shit! … I want him gone! No oneys a hand on any woman in this


    company without consequence … There’s footage from the elevator CCTV, I’ll deal with security


    myself.” He snaps themands, eyes fixated on my face, showing contained rage.


    There’s a rise of pride within me as I watch him on the cell, that surge of love I always felt around him.


    Mr. Commanding “don’t mess with me” Carrero … Scary as shit boss.


    One thing that surprised me when I first encountered him, was how passionately he seemed to stand


    up for women, their rights and giving them respect in the workce. I guess his rtionship with his


    mother has a lot to do with how he is. It’s one of the reasons I trust him so fully. I know he’s probably


    one of the few men in this building I am safe around, despite his yboy, womanizing, status.


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    “No. The woman in question will not be there … I will … on her behalf.” He’s still angry, shouting down


    his cell to whoever was unlucky enough to have a direct line to Jake.


    “Call me back when it’s set up … No matter what time … I’ll clear my schedule … Yes … Goodbye.” He


    hangs up his cell, his mouth held in a tight line.


    “I’m taking you home.” It’s amand, not a question and I know there’s little point arguing with him


    when he’s in battle mode. After the lift scene, I don’t fancy walking to the station alone anyway. I’m


    shaken but all I can do is nod and look away unsurely. I sense him move close to me so he’s almost


    touching my knees with his legs.


    “Are you okay?” His voice is so soft and gentle I’m forced to nce up. He’s holding out a hand to me


    and I ept as he pulls me to my feet. Slowly, he wraps one arm around my shoulders, pulling me


    against him and gives me a soothing hug, like Jake of old. His chin rests against my temple, letting all


    the tension seep out of me.


    This is the Jake I miss the most, the friend that he always was. This is the Jake who rips out my heart


    whenever he shows face.


    I miss you so much!


    “I’m fine.” I sigh, trying not to sag against him, or react to his body against mine. The two of us stand


    embraced, but it’s awkward and tense; nothing like our hugs of the past. He releases me, searching my


    face for a hint of untruth, but sees nothing. I’m so beyond used to men behaving that way toward me


    that I’m no longer affected by it as I should be; a sad fact.


    “Come on, my car’s in the garage.” He takes my arm and guides me out of the small room, keeping me


    close beside his warmth and heads for the elevators once again.


    Once inside the atmosphere bes strained, neither of us knowing what to say or how to behave.


    He lets me go and moves away, giving me some space and I wonder if it’s because of Gabrielle. If


    maybe he doesn’t want to make me feel ufortable, enclosed in a small space with him, not that he


    ever would. Thankfully, the trip to the ground floor garage is short.


    He leads me to his car, something he rarely uses whening to work. It’s a low, sleek, and powerful


    sports McLaren P1. His baby. Yet, I’ve never seen it, or seen him in it, let alone drive it around New


    York. He’s mentioned it many times before and I know it cost him over a million dors and I’m stunned


    by just how seductive it is. It’s jet ck and looks almost sinister, sat in his personal parking space, like


    a shadowy bat-mobile in the corner, shiny and purring at him from afar. The car is the epitome of


    sexiness and I can’t help but get a little stir of internal heat at how it looks.


    Figures that his car would scream with as much sex appeal as he does …


    This garage is only used by the higher paid execs and has a full-time security post wandering around,


    gated entrance, and a hoard of CCTV cameras, making it feel like Fort Knox. I follow him as the car


    beeps in response to our approach, signaling it’s unlocking. I walk to the passenger side as he touches


    the handle and lifts the car door up toward the sky to let me into the molded seats and high-tech


    interior. He then pushes the door down, concealing me behind the tinted windows before gliding round


    to the driver’s side, getting in smoothly.


    This car just screams Jake, from every pore; something about its rxed coolness, sleek sportiness,


    and intimidating shape. He presses a button by the steering wheel, and it roars into life, sounding like


    an expensive jet ne, purring with vibrations as he hits the gas. The interior lights up from a disy in


    front of us, whirring and electrical noises from the rear as a tail fines up from the smooth sleek t


    back. It’s hard not to feel a rush of excitement with this car.


    “I like your car.” I smile his way, seriously impressed. It feels like I’m sitting in a Form One dream


    machine and even though I’ve never been interested in vehicles of any sort, I can’t help but feel like


    this one is special.


    “I like my car too.” He grins over to me like a boy with his favorite toy, all bad moods lifted at being re-


    united with it. He reverses out of the space, expertly in control of his beast and head outs of the


    underground park, waving to the men who lift the barrier to let us out. The tunnel exit is lit by ground


    lights guiding us to the outside traffic, giving it a sense of driving out of some concealed spaceship into


    the air above. The loudest, roaring machine I’ve ever heard. I can sense the way we’re sticking to the


    road as it moves effortlessly out into traffic. It just adds to the excitement of feeling like I’m sitting next


    to Bruce Wayne.


    “Why do you never drive it? I’ve heard about it, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it?” I blink


    around in the dark interior, like the co-pilot in a private airne.


    “I only got it back a couple of weeks ago, it’s been away for months, having adjustments to my specs. I


    also had the color changed … it used to be bright orange.” He’s keeping both eyes on the road, driving


    carefully as we hit traffic. The engine’s louder than I expected in the open air and I can hear a whizzing


    wheeze of a turbo. This car is sex on wheels that makes my adrenaline rise with its vibrancy around


    me.


    “ck is more your color.” I smile at him, awed by how good he looks sitting in the pilot seat of this


    monster, effortlessly taking control of something so powerful. He belongs in a car like this.


    “So, is this the reason you learned to drive with Form One favorites?” I tease. “So, you can drive


    your own ridiculously expensive car?”


    “No. I bought the car after many years of lessons, and a lot of research … This baby is a car made for


    people who can actually drive.” He shes me his because I can grin, and I shake my head. His ego


    untainted by histest admission.


    “Seems like a waste for the streets of New York.”


    “I have it transported every so often to my family’s home in Italy … They have amazing tracks over


    there to give this girl a run for her money.” He swells with pride, patting the dash, and smiles at the dark


    interior, stopping at a red light. The car drops into purring mode, reducing the noise greatly.


    “Girl? Please tell me you haven’t named her?” Iugh at him, but he looks my way with a shocked


    expression.


    “That’s sacrilege! Of course, you must name your baby. She’s my girl!” He rubs the dash again and


    croons a little as though soothing an offended woman. “She’s called Miss. Anderson!” He winks at me


    with a grin, receiving a sigh and a shake of my head in return.


    “Of course, she is!” I look out the window, away from his smile and cheeky expression. Ordinarily I


    would give anything to have the casual humor between us back, but this, normalcy, hurts.


    “You doubt it? She’s stubborn, fast paced, and fiery. Miss. Anderson made perfect sense.” He shoves


    my shoulder lightly with his fingertips as if to prove the point. I frown and shove him back with a


    haughty pout.


    “Actually, now you mention it, seems like it should be called Jacob. It suits you.” I smile and look away


    triumphantly.


    “Thin ice, Anderson!” He throws me a warning look steeped in humor. He despises his birth name with


    a passion, so, of course, I use it to tease him.


    “Like I care. I spend my entire life walking on it when ites to you.” I stick my tongue out at him and


    he just pushes my face childishly, his palm squishing my nose for a second. I muffle a, “Hey” and pull


    his hand from my face.


    “Jerk.”


    “Diva.”


    We smile at each other for a second, then tense, drop our hands, looking forward simultaneously out


    the windscreen as though suddenly realizing this isn’t right anymore. Funny how we’d forgotten for a


    moment, only toe crashing back to reality and then silence. Jake seems to mull over something


    before breaking the tension.


    “How’ve you been, Emma?” He nces back at me, then concentrates on the road, watching for the


    lights to change. I shrug awkwardly, heart rate elevating at the sudden seriousness in him.


    How can I be honest and tell him I’ve been dying inside since he made me walk away? That this


    situation just highlights how much I miss him, and us.


    “Okay, I guess.” I can’t look at him. I can feel his eyes on me, then the car bursts into a roar again and


    we’re moving. I don’t think Jake has ever driven me home himself before, this feels too intimate


    somehow, just the two of us.


    “I’ve missed you,” he says, so honestly, I can’t help but nce at him. His eyes on the road. His


    handsome profile showing no hints of emotion. Just honesty.


    “I’ve missed you too.” I sigh. Our eyes meet for a millisecond then we both look away, tension rises


    fast, cracking in the air. He tenses his jaw, looking as though he wants to say something but bites it


    back turning his eyes to the road. I can’t say a word, I don’t know what to say, conversation is harder


    than I imagined it ever would be, especially when all I want to do is crawl into hisp and be enveloped


    by every part of him.