Come Away With Me (The Andrades) (2 page)

Losing patience, he
tugged at the top drawer more aggressively.

Seated at a security console
in a small room on the Cogent Building’s first floor, Julia Bennett neglected watching the monitors in favor of checking her makeup in her compact mirror. She hoped her brown hair held a sophisticated amount of curl. She still had the top of her security uniform on, but there wasn’t much she could do about that for—her eyes flew to the clock on the wall—thirty more minutes.

She let out a nervous breath and smoothed her hands down the tight black skirt that ended a few inches above her knee
s. She glanced down at her Marc Jacobs four-inch heels, shoes that would not pass dress code, but would have to for one night. In twenty minutes, she would replace her tan blouse with a much bolder red silk one
.

Red was a power color.

And she needed all the mojo she could muster.

The door to her security cave opened and Paul, one of the front
-desk security men, shuffled in. He was a couple of years older than Julia and, due to the number of hours he put in at the gym each day, nearly twice her size. “Julia, can you cover the front desk for me for a few minutes? I have to run across the street to the pharmacy. I won’t be long.”

Shit.

“Paul, I don’t even know how to sign someone in.”

“You won’t have to. It’s a holiday. No one is here. No one is coming.
Listen, normally I would never ask you to do this, but you know that I’m on by myself tonight. Tom has a stomach bug.” The six-foot-six
giant of a man looked more like a sad little boy when he added, “I think he gave it to me. I probably have a fever. Feel my head. Do I?”

Dutifully,
Julia stood, walked over, and touched his forehead, noting that he did feel overly warm. She glanced at the clock. Twelve past.
Shoot.
“You might. Tell me what you need. I can run over and get it.”

He shook his head. “No. I have symptoms I don’t want to discuss.” He
gave her a sheepish smile. “I’ve been in the bathroom half the night.”

Although Julia had only worked
at Cogent for a little more than a month, Paul and Tom felt like old friends. Working overnight shifts had given them many opportunities to bond over the coffee breaks Julia still needed to keep awake. Normally her job consisted of nothing more than watching a panel of monitors and reporting anything unusual to Paul or Tom. Not the most exciting job, but one that paid the bills.

Everyone had been so nice to her
that she felt guilty about not instantly agreeing to Paul’s request. “Okay, go. But hurry back. I put in to leave early. I feel awful, but I’m meeting that buyer tonight. This could be it—what I came to New York for.”

“Is this the same guy you told me about the other day?”

“Yes. He works for Platinum and Onyx.
It has stores all over the world. An order from him could change everything for me. Now, go. I’ll watch the desk.”

When she walked by him, Paul said, “
That skirt is short for a business meeting.”

She frowned over her shoulder at him. “
I’m not going to sell to anyone if I keep dressing like a small-town bumpkin. Trust me, I’ve researched power outfits. This one says, ‘I’m a strong and vital woman. Buy my jewelry.’ ”

Paul looked unconvinced. “If you’re meeting a guy, that skirt says
, ‘I’m hot, buy
me
.’ ”

Julia
stomped one of her high heels in frustration. “To win in business, you have to take advantage of all of your assets. If he gets a little distracted by my skirt . . . well, that’s the way of the jungle.”

Shaking his head, Paul said, “Call me if
he turns out to be a creep. One of my buddies will meet you.” Having met some of his beefed-up friends, Julia had no doubt they would. They were brawn looking for a brawl.

“I won’t have to because
I’m fierce. I have my whole presentation ready. He will be so wowed by the items I show him, he won’t have drool left for my legs.” She hovered behind Paul’s seat at the front security desk cautiously.
What are the chances he sanitized any of it?

With a grunt of disapproval, Paul headed toward the large glass
-door exit.

Julia
couldn’t stop herself from calling out, “Hurry, Paul. I can’t be late.”

Julia
paced behind the desk and watched the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Crap, I should have brought my clothes out here. I could change in the ladies’ room while waiting.

She sprinted back to the
surveillance room to gather her things. While scanning the area to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything, she noticed something on one of the monitors: a door to one of the administrative offices was open. All offices were supposed to be closed and secured after the cleaning staff left. Paul would hear about it in the morning if nothing were done.
Don’t forget to tell Paul about it. Don’t forget. Crap, I’m going to forget.

Back at the front desk,
Julia couldn’t stop thinking about that open door.
I can get up and back before Paul returns.

She rushed to the elevator
bank and pushed the button to the highest office floor. She flew across the carpeted hallway to the open office and had her hand on the doorknob when she noticed a tall man in sweatpants trying to break into the desk in the outer office.

She said the first thing that came to her head
: “Halt right there.”

The man slowly straightened
to an impressive height and turned. Julia gripped the door handle tighter. Eyes as dark as coal slowly raked over her, as if they had every right to. Gorgeous eyes. Thick, dark hair that was tussled just enough to set a woman’s imagination afire. Who knew burglars could be hot?
Yes, officer, I did tackle him, but I had to. It had nothing to do with those perfectly muscled shoulders and that flat stomach. I admit, we rolled around on the floor once or twice together, but purely so I could restrain him.

Julia
shook her head to clear it.
Down, libido, down.
This is not one of those dreams where someone like him kisses someone like me, and I wake up frustrated and reach for my vibrator. This is reality, and even though he’s gorgeous, he could still be dangerous.

One of
his beautiful eyebrows arched at her prolonged appraisal of him, then his gaze settled appreciatively on the exposed length of her legs. “And you are?”

“Security.” She referenced her uniform and name tag. “You don’t belong in here.”

“You’re security?” he asked incredulously. “The singing or the stripping kind?”

Instantly angry,
Julia put a hand on one hip and demanded, “Do I look like a stripper?”

His eyes slowly, ever so slowly
, roamed over her high heels, short skirt, and riotous head of hair.

She stomped a
foot at his lack of appropriate response. “This is a power outfit.” She looked down and tugged at her uniform top. “Not this. But it’s coming off.” When his eyes widened, her ire rose. “Not for you. And that’s not what I meant. I have a beautiful red shirt that goes with this skirt. A nice conservative shirt. And this skirt is a perfectly appropriate length for a business meeting, according to
Entrepreneur Today
.” She took a deep calming breath. “Why am I justifying my outfit to a possible criminal? I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you need to leave.”

“Or what? What would you do?”
He stepped closer.

Good
question
. Julia looked behind her, then back at him.
See, this is why I should have taken the salesperson job at the mall. But I thought, Night security—that will give me more time to read and network during the day. Where are you, Paul, when I need you? That’s it. Paul.
“I won’t have to do anything, because my partner is already on his way up. In fact, the next time that elevator opens, it’ll be him, and he is twice your size and has taken just enough steroids to have a little rage, if you know what I mean. I’ll do what I can to hold him off, but if he catches you, that gorgeous face of yours will never look the same.”

A predatory smile
stretched his lips. He closed the short distance between them, effectively pinning her against the wall between his arm and the door. “I don’t believe you,” he said, his voice deep and husky. He studied her as if he were trying to solve a puzzle. “Are you going to tell me what you’re really doing here?”

Her voice tight in her throat, she said, “I told you. I’m security.”

He opened his mouth to say something, and Julia lost control. Attraction peaked and collided with panic. Her frantically searching hand closed on a lamp on the table beside them. With one swift move she cracked him in the temple with it. He stumbled back and raised a hand to the assaulted area. “What the hell . . . ?”

They both froze.
His eyes lit with a fire that set her heart racing.

In the doorway, a male voice broke
in. “Mr. Andrade. Are you okay? What happened?”

Julia
put the lamp down quickly and swayed a bit beneath the realization of what she had just done. “Mr. Andrade. As in, George Andrade?”

Still looming angrily over her, he said, “Gio. No one calls me George.”
He addressed Paul curtly. “She works here?”

“Yes, sir. For
over a month.”

Glittering black eyes bored into
Julia as she smiled awkwardly back at him. “I didn’t recognize you.”

“Evidently.” He rubbed the red mark on his left temple.

Paul
stepped forward with concern. “I’m so sorry, sir. This is my fault. I ran next door to get medicine—”

Gio held up one hand to silence Paul
, and the gesture proved impressively effective. In this jungle, money trumps muscle, Julia thought sarcastically. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Right now—”

Tomorrow. Tonight. Time. Crap.
Julia glanced at the clock.
Seven thirty. Shit
. She turned apologetically to Paul. “Oh, my God, Paul. I am so sorry. I’ll take the heat for this. I promise. This was all my fault. Write it up however you need to. I would, but I can’t stay. I’m already late.”

She mad
e the mistake of meeting the eyes of the man who still looked dazed from his encounter with the lamp. She instinctively reached toward his temple in sympathy, then dropped her hand. “I’m sorry. I should have studied the photo book Paul gave me better. It’s just that you were dressed like . . . and then you were all . . .” She frowned. “You could have just told me who you were and none of this would have happened, but we don’t have time to go into that now. Don’t be mad at Paul, okay? He has a stomach bug. But normally, he’d die to protect you. Who else can you say that about?” She glanced quickly at the clock again and said, “I totally understand if you need to fire me, but can you do it tomorrow?”

She turned and fled.

After her whirlwind departure, Gio looked across at Paul. “Just tell me you didn’t issue her a gun.”

Julia
stepped out of the taxi and onto the busy sidewalk in midtown Manhattan. She hesitated for a moment, reread the address she held in her hand, then squared her shoulders, shifted her jewelry-laden messenger bag higher on her shoulder, and strode toward the entrance of what appeared to be a bar.

A bar?
And if the crowd in the windows was any indication, a popular one at that
.
Julia stepped inside and tried to remain optimistic.
With a live band?
New Yorkers play by their own rules. Who needs to discuss business in an office when you can do it and watch live entertainment at the same time? This doesn’t have to change anything. So, there won’t be room for me to use the mini display case I made. I’ll just show him individual pieces.
The band began to play a fast song with a heavy bass line that virtually shook the photos hung on the wall. People stood shoulder to shoulder, and Julia squeezed between gyrating couples as she searched for a familiar face.

The scene was
worlds away from the small ocean-town bars Julia was used to, but she didn’t let her determination waver.
I’ll go to an office, to a bar . . . hell, I’ll meet someone in a back alley . . . I don’t care. I will sell my jewelry in New York. This crowd, that band—they won’t stop me.

A roving hand caressed her
derriere as she squeezed between a cluster of inebriated men. She spun on the offender and grabbed him by the collar of his neck, pulling him down so she could speak directly into his ear. “I grew up in a neighborhood of all boys. I will seriously fuck you up if you touch me again.”

It wasn’t true, but it didn’t have to be.
Not according to
The Power of Believing,
a book she had purchased to cheer herself up back in Rhode Island—a book that had changed her life. Want to succeed? Believe that you can. Want to intimidate someone? Believe that you are someone they should fear.