Sloan shut the door. The click seemed incredibly quiet.
“There are a few things that need to be cleared up,” Saxon told him. His fingers clenched into fists.
Sloan glanced down at Saxon’s fisted hands. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then he looked up at Saxon’s face. “Wh-what’s that?” The guy’s voice broke.
“You’re expendable to me. If I want to bring in another wine expert, all I have to do is snap my fingers.”
Sloan paled. “I didn’t mean—”
“To disrespect her? To piss me off? Because you did both, damn well.”
“I’m sorry.” His words tumbled out. “I assure you, it won’t happen again.”
No, it wouldn’t. Because Saxon wasn’t just giving a warning. “Get your shit and get out.”
“What?”
“You grabbed her. I saw you do it, and you’re lucky I didn’t break your hand right then and there.”
Now red rushed to Sloan’s cheeks. “But I’m the one who’s been helping you! I’ve given you information—”
“And I’ve given you a salary,” Saxon said flatly. “You did work, you got paid for it.” Now he stalked toward the SOB. “But when you went after her…” He shook his head. “You made the worst mistake of your life.”
Sloan’s jaw locked. “Because you’re sleeping with her—”
“You saw her yesterday and you wanted her. When you found out she was taken, you got jealous and you said the wrong damn thing to her.” He thought of the guy’s hand, grabbing Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Said and did the wrong thing. So get your shit,” he told the guy once more, “and get out.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
He could do anything he wanted. “Want to bet?”
That was when Sloan lost it. He surged toward Saxon, swinging his fist. It was the most pathetic punch that Saxon had ever seen. He didn’t dodge it. He just caught the guy’s fist with his left hand and held it easily.
Sloan’s breath choked out in shocked surprise.
“Want to see how hard I can hit?” Saxon asked him, curious. “Because I think I can take you down with one punch.”
Fear chased away all the rage that had filled Sloan’s gaze. “Who are you?”
Now Saxon did smile again, but he knew it would be a terrifying sight. “I was your boss, until you screwed-up. Now I’m an enemy you don’t want to have.” His hold tightened on the guy’s fingers. It would be so easy to break them…
But I’m supposed to be someone else now.
He shoved the guy away. “We’re done.”
Sloan nearly ran for the door. It slammed shut behind him.
Saxon exhaled slowly, then he pressed the intercom button on his phone. “Vanessa?”
“Sir?”
“Get security to escort Sloan Quest from the building. He’s no longer in my employ.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
He ended the connection. This businessman shit wasn’t easy. When he saw an ass**le messing with his woman, Saxon wanted to beat the shit out of him, plain and simple.
But I held back. The guy walked away.
If they’d met on the streets of Miami, in any of the bars that Saxon had visited during his undercover days, Sloan wouldn’t have been so lucky.
Saxon exhaled. He’d had a gym installed for the employees. One that included a few punching bags. He needed a workout—bad. He was still in the mood to pound something.
***
She found him in the gym forty-five minutes later. Word had reached Elizabeth about Sloan’s dismissal, and she’d known—right away—that Saxon had found out about the guy’s little chat with her.
Saxon was the only one in the gym. He was wearing jogging pants and a loose t-shirt. One that was covered in sweat. He was pounding a big punching bag, hitting it over and over again with lightning-fast moves. For a minute, she just paused and watched him.
The guy was incredible.
And so sexy.
But…
“You were in the hospital two weeks ago,” Elizabeth pointed out.
He stopped punching. His shoulders heaved as he leaned forward.
“Maybe you should take things a little easier.”
He caught the swaying bag in his hands and stilled it. “You heard.”
“Gossip travels fast.” Gossip and voices…she’d heard Sloan shouting when security escorted him away.
Saxon glanced over at her. A drop of sweat slid down his cheek. His eyes were hesitant, a bit wary. She wasn’t used to seeing him look that way. Since when did Saxon hesitate about anything?
She crept closer to him. The gym was quite impressive. Lots of weight machines. Ellipticals. Treadmills—
“He took a swing at me. Was I supposed to let the guy keep working here?”
Her head tilted as she studied him. “You heard what he said to me this morning.”
A muscle flexed in his jaw. “Fine, f**k yes, I did. And the guy was fired the minute those words shot out of his mouth and he grabbed you.”
That was what she’d thought. Elizabeth wet her lips and asked, “So why didn’t you storm in immediately? I-I didn’t even realize you were there.”
Now he turned to fully face her. “Because you were handling your shit, baby.”
She blinked.
“You were a perfect lady—and he was trash. You were in control, and I just wanted to watch you.” He rolled back his shoulders. “Then I fired his ass.”
She didn’t know what to say. “Saxon…”
“I don’t have this thing down yet, okay? This whole business world, playing things cool. I wanted to drive my fist into his face and break his nose, but I didn’t.”
Ah. Things clicked. “That’s why you’re in here punching the bag.” Because he still wanted to punch something.
He gave a curt nod. “I just…I don’t want anyone hurting you. You…” Saxon trailed off.
But she wanted him to keep talking. “I—what?”
“You matter to me.”
It wasn’t a declaration of undying love. The words were rough and curt and growling—typical Saxon, but they still made her heart beat faster as a warm glow spread through her chest. Elizabeth had to quickly look away from him because she was afraid her gaze might reveal too many of her own emotions.