Amy chuckles and shakes her head. “You’re a perfect fit for the Ψ division, you’ll see.”
I bite down on my lip nervously. It isn’t the division I’m worried about. It’s Silas. The last thing he and I need is to be around each other. I don’t even know how to face him now. He’s my ex’s older brother and my boss. I shouldn’t know what he looks like naked… I shouldn’t know what it feels like when he’s deep inside me.
By the time the elevator doors open, I’m shaking. I’m bound to do or say something stupid, or I’ll make things awkward between us. I can’t afford to lose this job, and being around Silas pretty much guarantees that I will.
“Here we are,” Amy says, placing her tablet down on an empty table. “Meet Jessica and Josh, your team members.” They wave at me briefly before turning back to their work, both of them looking overwhelmed and overworked. The atmosphere is definitely very tense. “The Ψ department is incredibly small because each person here is hand selected by the boss. There are a few team members who are currently working at a client site, so you probably won’t meet them for another few months, and then there’s me. I’m not officially part of this team, but I assist where I can.”
I nod, taking note of everything she’s telling me.
“This entire floor has flexible seating, so you can pick whichever desk is free. We do that because you won’t always be working with the same team members, and you might not be able to disclose what you’re working on even within your team. The Ψ division is somewhat different. It’s the department that’s closest to all the rumors you hear about Sinclair Security. They truly handle Black Ops. Not even I know exactly what everyone works on. This is the department with the highest clearance, salary and perks, but it’s also the department with the longest working hours and the highest level of confidentially, hence the various non-disclosure agreements you’ve been asked to sign.”
I nod nervously and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
Amy smiles at me, a look of understanding in her eyes. “You’ll be fine, Alanna. Every person on this team was handpicked by the boss.”
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. What motive does Silas have for accepting me onto this team? Was it truly because I passed his test? Could it be that simple?
“Follow me,” Amy says. “Mr. Sinclair told me to bring you to his office once we finished up with all the admin and onboarding.”
Oh no. No, no no. Before I can even think of an excuse, she’s knocking on Silas’s door. Amy grins as she opens the door, not realizing that I’m mentally losing it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to sink through the floor more than I do in this moment, yet I try my hardest to paste on a poker face as I follow her in.
Silas looks up from the papers on his desk, and I pause in the middle of his office. Damn it. Why does he have to look so good in that suit? This man is the devil. That look in his eyes instantly transports me back to the night we shared, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Alanna.” The way he says my name has my heart skipping a beat. He’s a danger to my sanity.
“Mr. Sinclair.”
He smirks and glances at Amy. “I need that report I requested a bit sooner than expected. Do you think you could start working on it right now?”
She glances at me briefly before nodding. “Of course, boss.”
No, don’t leave, I silently beg, but she merely smiles and walks away.
I’m unsure how to behave, unsure what to say. When I headed to work this morning, I was so sure I’d be able to keep it together, but now that I’m standing in front of him, I’m nervous and scared. I have no doubt my cheeks are bright red, too.
“Alanna.”
I look up at him and swallow hard as I square my shoulders. I still remember the way he looked at me in the mirror as he pushed into me. I remember the way his lips felt against mine, and even worse… I want another taste of him.
“Mr. Sinclair,” I mutter, my voice lacking the confidence I tried to inject in it.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Call me Silas, like you did last weekend.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “I can’t. We never should’ve… can we please just forget that even happened? Please.”
“You regret sleeping with me?” His tone is harsh, and when my eyes meet his, all I see is anger in his gaze.
“Don’t you? I’m your brother’s ex. It never should’ve happened.”