“Do you think that’s his sister?” the woman asked.
“Don’t be mean.”
“Mr. Wyatt is so hot. He can do better than that.”
Anna kept on walking. It wasn’t the first time she’d encountered catty remarks, and she doubted it would be the last. Once at the elevator, she clicked on the top floor, and stood back.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she winced. No wonder the woman had to question if she was a sister or something. Her cast was no longer white, and covered in signatures, most of them from the ten members of the MC of Russ’s. Her hair was a mess, sticking up all over the place, and her clothes were old. She stuck out like a sore thumb in Russ’s life. There was no way she could change who she was.
The elevator stopped, and a guy stepped on.
She kept her distance, as she didn’t like being around men so much. She never had.
“Are you lost?” he asked.
“No. I’m on my way to see Mr. Wyatt.”
“If you’re looking for a job, you’re not going to get it. Mr. Wyatt has strict dress code standards, and if you wear that for an interview, he’s not going to hire you.”
Gritting her teeth, Anna forced herself to remain quiet.
“What are you interviewing for?” he asked.
“I’m not here about an interview.”
“Ah, are you a relative?”
“No.”
“Then why are you seeing the boss?”
Anna turned toward the rude man. “It’s none of your business why I’m here.”
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out, going toward one of the desks. She tensed up when she saw another man typing away.
“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Wyatt. I have an appointment. The name is Anna Little.”
“Hello, Anna, Russell has been waiting for you. I’m Daniel, his PA. Lunch was delivered only a few moments ago. I can go on my lunch break now. Russell asked if I could wait for you to come.”
She was surprised at such a personality change. He made his way toward the door at the far end of the room. He knocked twice, and opened.
“Russell, Anna is here.”
“Thank you, Daniel. Take a long lunch.”
She entered the office, and within seconds, Russ had her in his arms. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she moaned as he kissed her, biting onto her lip as he did.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
“I missed you as well.” She placed her hand on his chest, and teased with the collar of his shirt. “I think this is going to be the only time that I’m going to visit you here. I prefer Tina at the clubhouse.”
She looked up to see him frowning.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Let’s just say I stick out in your life.”
“Tell me.”
Anna told him about what had happened when she entered, the woman’s catty remarks, and then the man in the elevator.
“See, I’m not part of this world, and they know it.”
“They should know to keep their fucking mouths shut.” Russ growled the words. “You’re part of my life, Anna. No one else, and I’m not going to let other people ruin what we have.”
He claimed her lips, silencing any protest she might have had. She didn’t like it when he did it, but within seconds she embraced the kiss, loving his lips on hers. They were both sparks, and together they ignited a flame.
His hands roamed over her back until finally settling on her ass. He cupped her hard, and then moved around, unbuckling the belt on her jeans.
She giggled. “You’re in a rush?”
“No. We’re going to have some lunch, and then we’re going to fuck. I’ve given Daniel a long lunch, and he will take advantage of it. Me, I’m going to take advantage of you being in my office.”
Russ tore her clothes off, and she giggled as he did. Like always he was careful with her arm, and that little bit of tenderness always touched her. He wasn’t like any other man that she had ever known, and God help her, she was falling in love with him. She tugged out his shirt and unbuttoned it, running her hands up his rock hard chest.
“Fuck, baby, I love it when you touch me.”
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and started on his pants. Within minutes they were both naked, and Russ lowered her onto the sofa. He possessed her mouth, plunging his tongue inside before kissing down her body.
Anna arched up to his lips, and cried out as he bit down on one breast, and then the other. The passion in his touch had her melting for more.
“I need you, Russ.”
“Soon. There’s no rush for this to be over.”
He kissed down her stomach, and the bruises that had once decorated her skin were gone like a distant memory. She no longer suffered nightmares, and Russ held her throughout the night, protecting her. He was her billionaire protector, always there, taking care of her, and she loved him.