‘What the hell are you doing here, Bobby?’
He sat down in the chair opposite me. ‘I wanted to see you. And when I found out you worked here, I wanted to help.’
‘How did you even find out where I work?’ I snapped.
‘You’d be surprised at the type of information I can get my hands on, Alana,’ he chuckled.
‘But why? Why did you want to see me?’
‘I was worried about you. That husband of yours seemed like a bit of a jealous asshole. Then I looked into him. Do you have any idea who he is, Alana?’
I frowned at him. ‘Of course I know who he is, Bobby. I married him, didn’t I?’
‘He’s bad news, Alana. The guy is a stone cold killer.’
‘You know nothing about him.’
‘I know enough. And you can’t even come to work without one of his goons following you around.’
‘Hugo is my bodyguard. He’s only here for my protection.’
‘Exactly, Alana. You married a guy so fucking dangerous that you need a bodyguard. If you need an out, then I can help you. I can get us both out of here and take you somewhere he’ll never find you. You don’t have to put up with his shit if you don’t want to.’
I placed my hands on the desk. ‘Enough!’ I snapped. ‘How dare you come in here and criticize my life choices. Alejandro is my husband. He makes me happy. I love him. That is all you need to know. So, if that is all, please get out of my office. We won’t be working on any app together, Bobby, because I don’t trust you. If you still want to donate money to the shelter, then that would be great, but do not for one second think that puts me in your debt in any way.’
He stood up and planting his hands on my desk, he leaned forward. ‘Seems I had you pegged all wrong, Alana. All this time I had you down as the sweet little girl next door, but you like the bad guys really, don’t you? Is that what gets you off? The danger? Maybe if I’d killed someone you’d have let me fuck you too?’ he snarled.
‘Get out!’ I snarled back. ‘Before I have Hugo come in here, rip your arms off and shove them up your ass!’
He smiled at me as he straightened up. ‘Feisty now too. I’ll be seeing you, Alana.’
‘No you won’t,’ I hissed.
The he walked out of the door and I leaned back in my chair as my blood thundered in my ears.
‘Are you okay?’ Hugo asked as he walked back into the room.
‘I am now,’ I nodded. ‘What a jerk!’
‘Want me to go kick his ass?’ he offered.
‘As tempting as that is, no thanks. Let me finish up here real quick and then we can go home.’
‘Good,’ he nodded in agreement. ‘I’ll feel much better when you’re safe at the house.’