Chapter 183

KING Abead of sweat trickles down my back, and I glance around the elegant glass reception area of Jamestech. I have no fucking clue why I agreed to this. When Drake called on Saturday and asked me to meet with his older brother because he had a case for me, I said yes before I had a chance to think it through. Older ruled out the brother I’m trying to avoid at least, even if he is COO of this company. How the fuck do you expect to avoid him, asshole? This was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. I should leave and tell Drake something else came up. No hard feelings. No big deal. No chance of an incredibly tense and awkward encounter with Mason James. I turn around to leave and come face-to-face with a slightly older and broader version of Drake. “Mr. Blackthorn?” he says, offering his hand. “Elijah?” He nods, giving my hand a firm shake. His dark-gray eyes hold mine, and we assess each other the way most alpha males would in this situation. Like me, he’s probably forming an opinion in o