Satisfied 2X

“It’s Johnson. I have your payment from Leo Rossi.”

Hunter eyes lit. He punched in the code that would give Johnson access to use the executive level. “We were wondering where you were.”

“It took a little longer than I thought. I’ll be right up.”

Drew looked at his friend. “You sure you don’t want to back out of this? Have Johnson take her back?”

“No fucking way. I won her fair and square. You’re going to thank me. I swear.”

They stood as the lights on the elevator in the corner office began to illuminate. Drew straightened his tie and tugged on the pressed cuffs of his shirt. Hunter s

traightened his tailored jacket. There was a nervous energy that ran between them.

The doors retracted and Johnson walked into the office, carrying a woman over his shoulder.

“Put me down,” she squealed. She kicked and thrashed in his hold. Her blond hair flew in all directions.

All he could see were limbs.

“That’s enough, Johnson,” Drew instructed him. He didn’t like how this was going.

Hunter stood next to him as Johnson unwrapped the girl from his grasp and placed her feet on the floor. His hands wrapped around her waist while she squirmed free and pushed forward away from him.

For a second, Drew thought the world fell away.

She brushed her long locks from her face. Her green eyes glowered with anger. Her cheeks were flush and her plump lips with in a perfect heart shape. Fuck. His ribs felt as if they were caving in.

She was beyond beautiful. She was stunning.

He broke his gaze to look at Hunter. Drew had no idea what to say.

He realized for the first time, his best friend didn’t either.

Three

Alison

Her chest heaved with giant breaths. She threw the man’s arms off her. “Stop touching me,” she spat. “You’re disgusting.” He wore too much cologne, but it was mixed with sweat, creating a pungent odor. It reminded her of the cramped coat closet. It felt as if his scent clung to her leather jacket and sweater.

“Delivered as requested,” he announced. He presented her as if she were some kind of prize cattle at a fair.

“Yes, we can see that.”

She shoved the hair from her face. Alison’s eyes lifted to the men standing in front of her. She felt as if she were a wild cat. Feral enough to pounce on them and attack. Maybe fight her way to freedom. The only problem was she had to get through their hired brute first. She knew he was a wall of pure muscle and outmatched her in every way.

“That’s all we need, Johnson.” One of the men dismissed her escort. “Your payment is in your account. I made sure it was processed immediately.”

“Thank you. Always a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Rockford.”

Alison swallowed. Did he say “Rockford?” As in Hunter Rockford? Her heart hammered harder in her chest.

Johnson chuckled. “Watch out for this one. She’s feisty. You’ll see what I mean.” He blew her a kiss.

Alison glared at her captor as he retraced his steps to the elevator. Within seconds the doors closed behind him and he was gone.

It took Alison a minute to get her bearings. Riding in the back of a trunk had made her nauseated. She had been roughly pulled into the elevator and deposited in front of two men dressed in expensive suits.

Every possible scenario had gone through her head during the car ride. She never thought she’d end up at the top of one of the tallest buildings in Chicago. And certainly not standing in front of the city’s most eligible and famous bachelors. It wasn’t just any office. It was immaculate. Designed with every detail in mind.