Office Grump: An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Page 143

Oh, God. My heart climbs into my throat and I’m shaking my head.

“He said I had to leave it all behind. Chicago, school, Mom...he said it was always meant to happen, and if I wanted to be rich like him, I had to let go,” he continues. “Dude kept me under lock and key with bodyguards. Freaked me the hell out.”

Inside the cafe, I spot my laptop still sitting on the table I was at with the messenger bag dangling beside it. A few pounds lift off my chest.

“I’m sorry, Jordan. That must’ve been awful. You were always in good hands. Your brother had some kick-ass people watching out for you. I knew he’d make sure you’re safe.” Whatever else he is, Mag isn’t the kind of man who gives up on saving his kid brother.

“Yeah! I was asleep one night when they came charging in. These dudes who looked like a whole SEAL Team with guns and tactical gear. Baxter’s guys backed down without a gun fight, and this dude I thought was one more SEAL...it was Mag!” Jordan grins at the memory. “He said they filed a legal order Baxter ignored, and he wasn’t waiting around playing nice anymore.”

I’m frozen, torn between empathy for him and the annoying thought of how hot Magnus Heron must’ve looked decked out for a rumble.

“That’s wild! I can’t even imagine,” I say as I rush to the table, grab my laptop, shove it in the bag, and sling it over my shoulder.

We head back outside.

“I know. Mom’s gonna sue Baxter Heron’s balls off,” he says with a lopsided grin. “She said she’s taking everything, and Mag’s paying like four attorneys. He’s definitely going to prison for kidnapping. Mag came through for us big-time.”

I look at Jordan’s crystal blue eyes. I’ve only seen one other set of eyes with a similar shade in my life, and the thought of them tortures me.

“I’m sure he did. He’d do anything for you guys.”

Jordan shifts his weight, his giddy smile melting.

“He’d do anything for you, too. You know that, right? He’s really sorry for—you know. It was my fault that night. I’m the one who wouldn’t listen to shit and triggered him.”

My jaw tightens, but I’m not glaring at the kid.

Oh, Magnus freaking Heron, you’re using a teenager now?

A flustered sigh escapes my lips. “Jordan, you’re a sweet kid. I’ll always be here for you, and I’ll help you any way I can, but I...I can’t work for your brother again. Ever. I’m sorry if that’s what you’re asking. I’m glad he’s helping you and your mom. You have a great family.”

“Not what I’m asking.” The firm baritone voice behind me sends goosebumps down my arms.

I take a deep breath and dig my feet into the ground.

I can’t turn around and face him.

If I do, any strength I have left will be gone.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and fire one word like a gunshot.

“What?”

“I’m not asking you to work for me, Sabrina. I agree it’s a horrible idea. Just talk to me, please,” Mag says.

“Brina?” Jordan asks, then grabs my hand.

Before I can answer the kid, he’s spun me around, and I’m face-to-face with jerk-tastic billionaire heart-stomper of the year.

“We made a deal, remember?” Jordan whispers under his breath, slowly walking away. “Even if she dumps you, you’re taking me to Pizza Shack, dude.”

Mag smiles—his blue eyes dancing. “Fine, little bro, but there’ll be no dumping.”

Damn his confidence.

Jordan takes off, his feet hitting the pavement as he races back to the town car.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, refusing to look at him, eyes leveled at the ground.

“You seem so sure of yourself. Did you forget? I already said we’re over.”

“I know, but you’re torturing yourself too. I see it in your eyes.” He traces a line under my eye with the tip of his finger. “Are you eating, Brina? You’ve lost weight.”

For a second, I seriously consider biting his finger off.

But of course—of freaking course—one touch melts me, turns me to stone, and a hundred more contradictory things. He’s always been an evil magician like that.

“No. I haven’t eaten right since you chased me home from the hospital that night,” I say slowly. “It’s a miracle I’m surviving, but I am.”

I expect some retort, but he just veers his head to the empty patio table in arm’s reach.

“Sit down and talk to me.”

I do. I might as well. My legs have turned to mush, and standing isn’t going to work much longer.

He drops an envelope on the table between us.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“Open it.”

“It’s from you. It could be anthrax.”

He closes his eyes tightly and then opens them, a smirk so gorgeous I hate it pulling at his lips.

“Brina, if you haven’t figured it out yet...I can’t live without you. The only way it’s poison is if I’m ready to off myself, and that would be untimely. I still have billions to earn.”

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