Carl had argued that she had to know something, but Kinsley had only shrugged and changed the subject.
Now, standing here looking up at the enormous warehouse that…why weren’t there any other buildings around here? There was something off in the distance, but she didn’t know what it was. It looked like a road or…she shook her head, dismissing the view. “Work,” she reminded herself. “I’m here to work, not speculate.” Whatever was at the end of that long, winding road, it wasn’t any of her business. The landscaping had obviously been strategically placed to hide whatever it was.
With that in mind, she stepped up to the door and pulled. The door didn’t budge. “That’s odd,” she whispered. Yesterday, the man had simply pulled on the door. She’d wondered about the lack of security. Looking around, she wondered what time he usually arrived. He’d said to be here at eight o’clock and it was seven fifty-eight now.
As soon as she turned away, she heard the door swish open. “Come on in, Ms. McCabe.”
Kinsley swung around, startled to find the man holding the door open.
“I thought…the door was locked,” she blurted out defensively. Goodness, had he been this tall yesterday?
What a silly question! Of course he’d been this tall, she admonished herself. He hadn’t stretched several inches overnight!
The man didn’t say a word, but Kinsley noticed an amused sparkle in his eye. “I swear, I tried the door,” she insisted, feeling foolish. “It was locked, so I thought you hadn’t arrived yet.”
He didn’t speak, but a sinister eyebrow shot up. He stepped back and Kinsley nodded sharply as she walked into the building. Unfortunately, because he was such a tall man with enormously broad shoulders, Kinsley had to turn sideways as she went through the door and…!
No! She wasn’t feeling breathless and strangely tingly now that she was inside the building! Absolutely not! No way would Kinsley feel any sort of attraction for her employer! She was in a solid, satisfying relationship! She loved….um…staring up into Lincoln Meyers’ silver eyes, Kinsley couldn’t remember her boyfriend’s name. Had she noticed the small sparks of yellow in his eyes yesterday? No, she definitely hadn’t. She would have remembered something as fascinating as those yellow flecks.
“This way,” he instructed. He turned and walked down the wide, undecorated hallway lit with fluorescent lights. There were no shadows in this hallway. Just white walls and a door at either end.
The door swished silently closed behind them, making the next hallway, which was oddly narrow, feel strangely intimate. But he kept moving and Kinsley took a deep breath, shaking her head before she turned to follow him toward the workroom.
“I have the forms filled out,” she called to him. He didn’t stop, or even slow down, and she trotted along behind him, unwilling to fall behind. “I signed everything except for the non-disclosure agreement,” she continued.
He stopped abruptly and turned, frowning down at her. “Why not?”
Kinsley was so surprised that it took her a moment to think. The way he seemed to be looming over her didn’t help. And Lincoln Meyers took “looming” to an art form!
“Um…well…” she blinked, thinking that he had sexy lips.
“Are you going to talk about my…?”
“No!” she gasped, horrified. “Absolutely not!”
The full force of those yellow-flecked, silver eyes nearly overwhelmed her. It was terrifying and…exhilarating!
“Then why didn’t you sign it?” he demanded.
She licked her lips, stunned by the anger in his voice. “Because I assumed you’d want to witness my signature. You know,” she stammered, hating how awkward and silly she felt, “to make it more official.”
That seemed to soothe his anger, but he continued to glare at her for another long moment. Finally, he nodded sharply and…although he didn’t move, Kinsley felt as if she could breathe a bit easier. How did he do that? How did he seem to almost speak with just his eyes? Without saying a word, she could feel his mood change and almost hear what he was thinking. It was a neat trick!
“Fine.” He turned and started walking again. “This way.”
He led her through the doorway and into the massive warehouse. Kinsley tried not to look at the various tables, but her fingers itched to organize everything. The workspaces looked as if they were just jumbles of…stuff! Surely if she ordered some bins, he wouldn’t mind if she put similar items into each bin. Just to get all of the thingamabobs off of the tables and out of the way of…whatever it was that he was working on. She couldn’t tell what he was building from what was laid out. Perhaps in time, she’d understand what the man was trying to create.
But this was her first day on the job and Kinsley reminded herself not to change anything. She could slowly ease him into a more organized work space. He simply needed to see the benefit of organization. To understand how chaos strangled one’s mind! If everything were in a bin, he could more easily find whatever it was that he was looking for!
“Let’s see the forms,” he said as soon as they entered his office. He sat down behind a desk and she handed him the papers, all filled out and neatly signed at the bottom. She’d purposely left the NDA on the top and he flipped it around, handing her a pen. “Sign this.”
She immediately bent to sign the agreement, the silence thick and heavy between them. Carefully, she signed her name and handed him the pen back, flipping the NDA back towards him. “Keep the pen,” he snapped but took the NDA and stuffed it into what looked like a random file in one of the drawers of his desk. He handed her a note pad. “You look like a note taker,” he said, by
