Dark Hunter 0.5 - Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-05-04T19:50:59+00:00

"Where are you going, Dr. Grace?" Lisa asked.

"I left a couple of files

in my car, too. I'll be right back." Lisa nodded.

Grace went to the elevator.

She was still rummaging through her briefcase in search of the missing files when the doors opened. Without looking up, she stepped inside, and automatically pushed the lobby button. It wasn't until the doors closed that she realized she wasn't alone. Rodney Carmichael stood on the opposite side, staring at her.

"So, who is he?”

Grace froze as waves of fear

and rage tore through her. She wanted to tear him to pieces! But even though he was small for a man, he was still a head taller than her. And very unstable.

Hiding her rising panic, she

spoke calmly. "What are you doing here?”

He curled his lip at her.

"You didn't answer my question. I want to know whose clothes were in your house.”

"That's none of your

business.”

“Bullshit," he shrieked.

He was teetering on the brink of insanity, and the last thing she needed was for him to fall over it while they were trapped in the elevator.

"Everything that concerns you is my business."

Grace tried

to take control of the situation. "Now listen to me, Mr. Carmichael, I don't know you and you don't know me. I can't imagine why you're fixated on me, but I want it to stop.”

He pushed the button to stall

the elevator. "Now you listen to me, Grace. We're perfect for each other.

You know it as well as I do. We were meant to be together.”

"Okay," she said,

trying to calm him down. "Let's discuss this in my office." She pressed the button to start the elevator.

He stopped it again.

"We'll talk here.”

Grace took a deep breath as

her hands started shaking. She had to get out of here without making him any angrier. "We'd be more comfortable in my office.”

This time when she reached for

the button, he grabbed her hand. "Why won't you just talk to me?" he asked.

"We are talking."

Grace inched toward the call box.

"I bet you talk with him,

don't you? I bet you spend hours laughing and doing God only knows what with him. Now, tell me who he is.”

"Mr. Carmichael—”

“Rodney!" he shouted.

"Dammit, my name is Rodney.”

“Okay, Rodney. Let's—”

“I bet he's had his filthy

hands all over you, hasn't he?" He cornered her by the buttons. "How many times have you slept with him since you met me, huh?”

Grace trembled at the feral

look in his beady eyes. He was slipping. She reached behind her to pick up the phone, but before she could get it to her ear, he grabbed it.

"What the hell are you

doing?" he asked.

"You need help.”

He smashed the phone against

the buttons. "I don't need help. I just need you to talk to me. Do you hear me? I just need you to talk to me!" He punctuated each word by bashing the phone into the control panel. Terrified, Grace watched as the phone splintered. Then, he started pulling at his hair.

"He's kissed you, I know

he has." He repeated the words over and over again as he wrenched his hair out by the handfuls.

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