"Cool. You should go ahead, then. I'll be here waiting for my mate to have lunch with me," Nigel said, his grin wide and easy, his confidence radiating the Alpha energy that always seemed to draw people in. The other man waved goodbye, and the moment they left, Nigel's dominance lingered in the air like a faint scent marking his territory.
I stepped out of the building with my bag slung over my shoulder, and Rey appeared from the lobby just as I did. "Are you going for lunch, Miss Tillman?" he asked, his tone careful, respectful.
"Yes!" I beamed, trying to shake off the tension that had built up in the office, the lingering presence of Elliot's dominance still prickling at my instincts.
Rey took the elevator up to the eighth floor and reported to Elliot, who was hunched over his desk, signing documents. "I bumped into Young Master Nigel downstairs, President Presgrave. He came over to bring Miss Tillman out for lunch."
