Page 48 of Keep Me Safe
“That bastard,” I muttered. “Forgive me. I was under the impression this was an interview. Is that not the case?”
“No, you already had an interview with...” She searched the paperwork. “Oh.”
“With Shawn Fucking Dunn.”
She glanced around nervously, checking to see if anyone else had heard me. Everything went red and silent as rage threatened to overtake me.
Breathe. Calm down.
When I opened my eyes, Diana was staring at me like I had two heads.
“Where is he?” I demanded.
“Who? The CEO?”
Normally, I’d never be able to get to him, but I had a major advantage. “No, Jason Dunn. I need to speak with him right away.”
A half-hour later I stepped off the elevator and marched toward a set of glass doors. Beyond them sat a half wall and a desk with a young, elegant man perched behind it. This had to be Shawn’s assistant.
There was another set of glass doors behind the man that led into an enormous office decorated with blacks and grays.
I grasped the cold chrome handle and pulled the main door open, and when I glanced left to right, I noticed there were other offices on either side of Shawn’s, probably the rest of upper management. That hadn’t really figured into the plan forming in my head.
But I was a problem solver. I’d figure it out. I charged past the assistant, who hadn’t made it out of his seat until I put a sweaty hand on Shawn’s office door and yanked it open.
I kept my breathing steady as my gaze swept the space and took it all in.
The formidable black desk, or the man seated behind it, might have been the focal point, but it was the wall of glass beyond that I found the most impressive. It had a view of the entire brewery floor and its copper-colored vats.
I ignored the protests of the assistant following me and stalked toward Shawn until I was standing dead center of the room.
His head drew up at the commotion and locked eyes with me, and those eyes widened with recognition. He dismissed his assistant instantly.
Shawn was wearing a similar cut of suit from yesterday but with a red tie. How fitting. It matched my shoes and my fury perfectly.
For the first time, he didn’t look pleased to see me. His face was cold. Professional. This was his business, the apex of his empire, and he did not enjoy how I’d surprised him.
His eyebrows tugged together. “How?”
He was asking how I’d made it past security and onto the private elevator. I tried to mimic the arrogant smile he sometimes gave me. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but my brother-in-law is the head of security.”
He scowled momentarily, before his cold professional demeanor snapped back in place. “I understand you’re upset, but we’ll have to discuss this later. I’m working.”
This was a new version, Corporate Shawn. It didn’t faze me in the slightest. I kept it even and controlled so he wouldn’t have me removed. “This will only take a minute. Is there somewhere we can talk in private?”
He didn’t say anything. His hand moved to click a remote, and the glass on the three walls frosted in an instant, leaving only the balcony overlooking the brewery clear.
“I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
“They can’t see us?” I asked, glancing out the clear glass.
“No, that one is mirrored.” He gave me an impatient look. “What is it?”
Fantastic.
He’d left me completely off balance, and the time had come for me to return the favor. I stripped off my suit jacket and tossed it on one of the empty chairs in front of his desk. My shaky but determined hands clutched the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head, exposing my black lace bra.
Technically his, but it was on my body.
