Ninety

EVE'S POV

I couldn't stop my body from trembling as I hurried to the elevator and pressed the call button. What was he doing here? Why had he come to look for me at my work? He was already with Cindy. Was that not enough to get back at me for lying?

Morgan walked past me and pressed the call button for the executive elevator.

"We can't use that one," I told him.

"We can," he said as the doors opened. He reached for my arm, wrapped his fingers firmly around me, and pulled me into the elevator with him. He pressed the button for the executive floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked, attempting to free my arm from his grip.

"We'll talk in my office," he said, setting a steely gaze on the closed doors.

"Office? What are you talking about?"

A small part of me was convinced I was dreaming. Or hallucinating. None of this made any sense. I knew Morgan was bold, but this was pushing it. He couldn't just come to my company and do whatever he wished.

He looked down at me, one brow dipped.

"I guess