Isabelle couldn’t stop her body from trembling as she hurried to the elevator and pressed the call button. What was he doing here? Why had he come to look for her at her work? He was already with Naomi. Was that not enough to get back at her for lying?
Jacob walked past her and pressed the call button for the executive elevator.
“We can’t use that one,” she told him.
“We can,” he said as the doors opened. He reached for her arm, wrapped his fingers firmly around her, and pulled her into the elevator with him. He pressed the button for the executive floor.
“What are you doing?” she asked, attempting to free her 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 her was convinced she w
