His to Possess #5: Entangled Read Online Free Page B

T-shirt. He might call the shots in the office, but this was her decision.
    “But if I’m meeting you, then I’m changing first.”
    “Fine. Whatever you want. I’ll wait.”
    She hung up the phone and headed to her bedroom, marveling that a powerful man like Mr. Dane Ranier had acquiesced to her demand, however small.
    A few moments later, she rode the elevator downstairs, wearing a simple black dress with high heels and a gold locket around her neck. She’d pulled on a light black sweater for warmth, since the spring evenings were still cool.
    As she walked out onto the street, the first thing she saw was the long black limousine parked in front of her building. Dane stood beside it, looking devastatingly handsome in his usual tailored suit, this one a light gray.
    “Jessica. There you are.” He opened the door and she climbed into the car. He settled in beside her.
    The warmth of his body next to hers, and his strong, dominating presence, threw her off balance. Even though she’d slept with his brother less than twenty-four hours before, she could easily fall into Dane’s arms and have hot, sweaty sex with him right now. Her attraction to the man was just that strong.
    “How was your flight from Chicago?” she asked, hoping mundane conversation would keep her urges at bay.
    “Fine,” he said curtly.
    She frowned, wondering if he was angry at her.
    A dismal thought occurred to her. Could he be taking her out to fire her?
    Certainly having her in the office under the current circumstances would make things awkward, but … she really didn’t want to lose this job.
    She could understand why he’d want to be rid of her, though. Her being around was putting a strain on his relationship with his brother. And after the last night she and Dane had spent together, things would be awkward between them, too.
    “Are you going to fire me?” she asked, her fingers stroking the smooth stone in her sweater pocket.
    His eyebrows rose. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
    She pursed her lips. “Well, you don’t seem very happy with me. You sent me home in the middle of the business trip. And having me around now that your brother’s back isn’t really conducive to a comfortable work environment.” Not only for Dane, but for Rafe, and Melanie, too. “And,”—she stared at her hands—“you seemed pretty uncomfortable around me after what happened between us in Chicago.”
    “And what do you believe happened in Chicago?”
    Her gaze darted to his. “You tell me.”
    She believed he’d shown real feelings for her, and she definitely felt something deeper for him. Maybe even … love. But she’d be damned if she’d admit that first.
    But his stony gaze told her nothing.
    The limo pulled up to the entrance of the Ritz-Carlton and stopped in front of the door.
    “Shall I leave the luggage with the concierge, Mr. Ranier?” asked the driver, “or send it up now?”
    “The concierge. I’ll call for it later.”
    A doorman hurried forward and opened the car door for her. She tore her gaze from his and stepped out of the vehicle, followed by Dane.
    “Good evening, Mr. Ranier,” the doorman said.
    “Good evening, Andre.”
    Andre opened the door for them and she stepped into a large lobby of glass and marble with a large red carpet over a dark tile floor, tall plants and a sitting area with off-white leather furniture. Dane led her to an elevator and they stepped inside.
    “Why are you having your luggage sent in?” she asked. “Aren’t you going home?”
    “This is home. The Ritz-Carlton offers private residences as well as hotel rooms. I find it convenient.”
    “I guess you don’t have to worry about hiring staff to cook and clean.”
    “True,” he said as the elevator doors opened.
    They walked down a hallway and he stopped at the first wooden door, then unlocked it. She stepped into a large apartment, easily bigger than Rafe’s generously sized place. She could see the lights of the