Free The Stand Off by Z. Stefani Page B

said
with a look that sent a shiver down her spine.
     
    “Now is the time.”
     
    “We will discuss this later, now
I suggest you leave,” he said as his eyes bored into hers.
     
    “I’m not leaving until you call
off your dogs. I want my stuff put back where it belongs, and I want those
doors unblocked.” She sat on the edge of the table, refusing to leave until it
was done.
     
    “Give me your phone,” he
demanded.
     
    He grabbed her cell phone out of
her hand the moment she pulled it from her fringy, black purse. He quickly
dialed his phone number and then handed it back to her. He grabbed his
cellphone and stored her number in his phone before he dialed his men.
     
    “Leave everything for now and
remove the barricade until further notice,” he instructed them as he put the
phone on speaker so she could hear.
     
    “Yes Sir,” the voice drifted out
of the speaker.
     
    He abruptly turned off his phone
as he stared at her, “Now go.”
     
    She glared at him for another
moment before she got off the table and sashayed out of the room. She had no
more then made it to the elevator when she got a text from him. She rolled her
eyes; she’d watched him store her number in his phone, she expected this text.
     
    D.B
    ___
    That is going to cost you Miss
Hart. Meet me at Shush, 7:00 sharp.
     
     
    She glared at her phone and
deleted the text. Less than a minute later she received another one from him.
     
    D.B
    ___
    If you’re not there, I will come
and get you.
     
     
    She texted him back as fast as
she could.
     
    Lux <3
    ___
    You can come if you want, but
there’s no way I’ll let you in.
     
    D.B
    ___
    You don’t have to. I will find a
way in and then I will carry you out
     
    Lux <3
    ___
    You wouldn’t dare
     
    D.B
    ___
    Would you bet on that? 7:00
     
    ***
     
    After Dean’s board meeting was
over, his secretary ran up to him in tears.
     
    “I am so sorry, Mr. Blake! She
told me that you were expecting her. I tried to stop her but,”
     
    “I was expecting her,” he cut her
off.
     
    “So it was okay to let her in?”
She asked, obviously shocked that he was not furious.
     
    “Yes,” he answered.
     
    “So should I let her in next time
as well?” Amelia asked.
     
    “I want you to let her in every
time that she comes,” he instructed.
     
    “Even if you’re in a board
meeting?” She needed to make sure.
     
    “Especially if I’m in a board
meeting,” he finished before walking away.

Shush
     
    Lux had never been to the
restaurant Shush before and had to put it in her GPS just to find it. Shush was
a level of elite that she couldn’t even fully comprehend. It wasn’t even
designed like a normal restaurant with an open floor plan. This restaurant
catered to the privacy of its diners. It also catered to the richest of rich,
only the wealthiest were allowed to enter. She entered the restaurant and was
momentarily stunned by the elegance. The furniture was the palest of ivory and
the deep mahogany wood was almost black in appearance. Everything was
accessorized in gold and considering the wealth that dinned here, she suspected
it was 24kt gold. She was glad she had worn one of her more professional
outfits.
     
    The server greeted her and led
her over to a secluded table towards the back. It was an area that didn’t seem
to be a part of the restaurant, despite the matching décor. It was almost a
small world upon its own, it was so well secluded.
     
    Dean was waiting for her at the
table when she arrived. He was looking as handsome as ever, despite the smug
look on his face. His plain, dark suit fit his muscular body to perfection and
she wondered what he looked like beneath all of that fabric. His dark hair was
slightly tousled as if he’d recently run his hand through it and his pale grey
eyes shone with arrogance.
     
    “You’re late,” he barked.
     
    She pulled her silver pocket
watch out of her blazer pocket and looked at the time. 
     
    “Only by three minutes,”