Defying Dorian: Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Sloan Storm

  A million scenarios crowded into my mind, creating a massive tangle of complications and possible outcomes. I glanced around the room once more. What was going on? What was I going to do?

  I tugged my lab jacket sleeves, clutching them in my fingers.

  For a moment, I considered asking if anyone else got an email from Gabe. But almost as soon as the idea occurred to me, I dismissed it. If Amanda or Melissa got wind of the fact Gabe wanted me in his office, well, the fallout would likely be more catty behavior.

  I chewed the inside of my mouth as I searched for a solution when suddenly, an idea came to me. Realizing Gabe’s half hour time constraint, I decided to wait and see if Holly collected anyone else when she came down. It would still raise suspicions, but at least I could find out if Gabe singled anyone else out without having to ask.

  My plan was simple enough. I’d just tell Holly I’d been away from my computer when the email arrived, if she even asked. To complete the charade, I got up from my workstation and headed to the break room to wait. After making my way through the lab without anyone paying much attention, I entered the room, and as I did, a chill came over me.

  Heading towards the coffee maker, I rubbed my upper arms with my hands as I fought to rid myself of the sudden rash of goosebumps. I reached for a Styrofoam cup and poured some of the two-hour-old dark liquid into it. After I finished, I wrapped my hands around the cup, lifting it to my lips in an effort to warm myself. I took several sips in succession, desperate to take the edge off my shiver. As I did, I slid into one of the hard plastic chairs that dotted the room, crossing my legs and arms in the process.

  For the next twenty five minutes or so, I took sip after sip of the bitter, warm beverage until at last, the cold began to leave my body. I exhaled as a bit of tension escaped from between my lips. But no sooner did some of the stress leave me than the cause of it reappeared in the doorway.

  Without warning, Amanda made her way around the corner and walked inside, strolling by me on her way to the refrigerator.

  “Hey,” she said, with a casual flick of her hair as she disappeared out of my peripheral vision. “How’s it going?”

  From behind, I heard the door to the fridge open, followed by the sound of her rummaging through some of its contents.

  I lifted my coffee cup to my lips and before taking a sip, I replied, “Fine.”

  A swish of cool air hit me from behind as she closed the door. “Are you making good progress with your work?”

  “Yes,” I lied. “How about you?”

  Just then, she reappeared as she walked around into my line of sight once again.

  “Oh fine. Actually, I’m ahead of schedule right now.”

  “Oh,” I nodded, as I struggled to remain polite. “Well, that’s good. Congratulations.”

  But as I finished my thought, I looked up to see Melissa and Holly enter. Distracted by my discussion with Amanda, I hadn’t heard them approach from down the hall.

  “Here she is,” Melissa said, as she gestured in my direction upon entering.

  Holly pasted a professional smile on her lips as our eyes met. She stood in the doorway looking at me for a moment before speaking. “Are you ready, Fiona? Gabe is expecting you.”

  As she finished, I noticed Melissa and Amanda exchange glances. For a moment, it looked as if they might ask the meaning of Holly’s visit. But instead, they remained silent and glared at me as I stood from my chair.

  “Expecting me?” I asked, pretending not to be aware of it.

  “Didn’t you get his… oh, never mind. He’ll explain.”

  “Do I need to bring anything? My lab results?”

  Holly shook her head.

  “Gabe didn’t mention anything.” She paused for a moment and glanced towards Amanda and Melissa. “If there is something, I’m sure one of you two could run it up. Right?”

  I stifled a smile as they mumbled in reluctant agreement.

  “Okay well, I’m ready.” I said, as I pitched the remainder of my coffee into the trash.

  Stealing another glance at my coworkers as I turned to follow Holly, I noticed their body language change. Crossed arms and icy glares locked on me as I walked out of sight.

  12

  Challenge (Gabe)

  I had no reason to doubt Andrew’s report to me. The simple fact was Amanda and Melissa had made no secret about flirting with me over the years. But I had enough options in my life to not seek the approval of married women. From my perspective, there weren’t any mixed messages being sent.

  And further, if what he claimed was true, namely that they’d done something to set Fiona back in the competition on purpose, well, that would have to be dealt with. Should any evidence come to light proving it, it would be simple for me handle it. I could fire them on the spot. Without sufficient proof though, I couldn’t do much of anything and neither could Fiona.

  But even if I could, was that helping her? Putting my protective instinct, not to mention the needs of my dick, aside for a moment, my primary concern was being able to rely on Fiona in the new position. Someone in it had to be firm and at times, ruthless. What shenanigans might have happened in the lab would pale in comparison to staring down multi-billion dollar decisions about the future of the company. The time to shift Fiona’s perspective was at hand, whether she was ready or not.

  Just then, there was knock at the door.

  “It’s open…”

  As the door cracked ajar, Holly poked her head inside. “Fiona’s here. Are you ready to see her now?”

  I nodded. “Yes, send her in, Holly. Thanks.”

  With that, she smiled and stepped to one side as Fiona passed by her. Wordless, I rose from seat and gestured for her to come sit down across from me. She walked towards me, and as she did, she reached up and pulled her hair behind her ears.

  “Which one?” she said, as she pointed at the two chairs in front of my desk.

  “Choose,” I said with a shrug. Honest to God, I believe she was the first person who ever asked me that. I remained standing as she picked one of the chairs. Just as she began to sit, I spoke.

  “Nope. Wrong one.”

  Fiona froze in place, bracing herself above the seat as she clutched the arms with her hands. With her butt suspended a good six inches above the seat, she looked up at me.

  “Really?”

  I shook my head back and forth as I looked at her for a moment or two.

  “Yes,” I said with a wink.

  Fiona shook her head as she slid into her seat. When she did, a smile crept to the corner of her mouth. I countered with a smirk of my own as I sat down across from her. Fun and games aside, we had some serious issues to discuss. I wasted no time in getting right to it.

  Fiona sat with her hands folded in her lap, half-covered beneath her sleeves as always. I drew my eyes up from them, meeting hers after a moment or two. I expected there was every chance she’d look away but she didn’t. Instead, she held my gaze as I began to speak.

  “Fiona, I suppose you know why I’ve asked you here?”

  She nodded. “I have an idea, yes.”

  “You’ve disappointed me.”

  In that moment, she broke eye contact from me and looked towards her lap.

  “I know,” she said in a soft voice, not much above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize, Fiona. I…”

  She interrupted me and added, “I do it all the time. Apologizing. It’s a habit, I’m sorry.”

  “Yes, I know. You told me that already. Look, don’t interrupt me,” I said, as I cocked my head to one side. I thinned my lips at her. “Say you’re sorry one more time.”

  She looked up at me. Frustration flashed to her face. Frankly, I was glad to see a bit of anger from her.

  “Listen, I know you’re disappointed with me for falling behind in the competition. I’m assuming that’s why you’ve called me to your office.”

  “Partly, yes that’s true. Do you know the other reason?” />
  She shook her head but didn’t respond. I didn’t wait to see if she’d try and guess.

  “Was the experiment failure your fault, Fiona?”

  As I finished my question, she looked at me once again and without a moment’s hesitation, she answered.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you telling me the truth?”

  She nodded her head with a deliberate motion. “As far as I know it… yes.”

  I wrinkled my brow. In the short amount of time she’d worked here, nothing suggested she’d make a mistake like the one which put her behind. Rather, a couple of possibilities occurred to me as I considered what to say next.

  One was she actually believed she did it, which I doubted, or the other was she didn’t want to make accusations she couldn’t prove against whoever might have done it. In either case, she was taking full responsibility for it, which I respected. It would be easy for her to be afraid in this situation and point fingers, considering everything she stood to lose.

  I pursed my lips for a moment before continuing. “Do you enjoy working here, Fiona?”

  She shrugged. “I did.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  As I posed my question, I noticed her make a subtle move towards her wrist. With a gentle motion, she tugged her charm bracelet out from beneath the sleeve and began to caress the stones as she had before. I remained silent for a few moments until at last, she forced a hard swallow down her throat.

  “May I… speak freely?”

  I leaned back in my chair. “Please.”

  “I haven’t done anything to deserve the way I’m being treated by…”

  I tilted my chin up as she hesitated. “Who’s treating you poorly, Fiona?”

  She ignored my question. “Look, Gabe, I’m not blaming you for any of this, okay? I know you can’t help the effect you have.”

  “The effect I have?”

  “Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

  “Quit apologizing, Fiona. Say what you mean. And please elaborate on ‘the effect I have’ while you’re at it.”

  She deflected my question once more. Instead, she posed on of her own. “Gabe, why am I the only one who’s here in your office?”

  “What do you mean? Who else should be here? No one else had a huge setback in the lab. If they had, they’d be here as well.”

  “Okay,” she said, as she nodded her head.

  I’m not an idiot. No doubt she probably thinks I only have one reason for wanting to see her alone in my office. But she was getting distracted here. Her work and the success of my project were being affected and that’s not something I had any interest in continuing. I had to put a stop to it before it got any worse. I leaned forward and crossed my hands on my desk.

  “You need to stand up for yourself in this world, Fiona. Don’t let people push you around, because if they think they can, they will. Is that how you want to live?”

  “Gabe, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

  “Your goddamn cultures, Fiona. Do you expect me to believe that was your fault?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Well let me put this another way. Do you want to win this competition or not?”

  “Of course I do, more than anything. I need the money and…”

  Just then, she tucked her bracelet beneath her sleeve once again and shook her head.

  “And what?” I asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “No, it’s not nothing.” I snapped. “If it’s on your mind, you need to just say it. What is it?”

  “Well, it’s not just the money. I want to work with you. I think you’re brilliant. That’s all.”

  Her flattery caught me by surprise. To my knowledge, it was the first time she’d ever said something nice to me. Even so, she had to understand what I was trying to tell her. I allowed her compliment to go unacknowledged, hoping it would focus her attention.

  “You need to get some backbone, Fiona. This position. It’s gonna require some guts, some balls, okay?”

  She nodded. My challenge flushed her. Crimson streaks spread across her chest.

  “Are you angry with me, Fiona?”

  “A little, yes.”

  “Good,” I replied. Sensing I had her full attention, I intended to make my point clear. “You know, I’ve heard nothing but good things about the quality of your work.”

  “Thank you. I wish everyone felt the same way.”

  “Fiona, life is filled with disappointment. Most of the time that comes in the form of other people. Trust me, you aren’t alone when it comes to being let down when it matters most. I’ll make this real simple for you. Can you catch up? Yes or no?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Good. That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

  As I finished speaking, her face brightened a bit. I realized she’d been through a lot in her young life but she’d made it this far and in the process beaten out people ten years older than her. She had a ton of potential to not only be a great scientist, but a hell of a woman. Figuring she’d had enough of a scolding for the moment, I shifted gears a bit.

  “I’ve… missed not being around the lab much. Seeing your smiling face. You look pretty today.”

  Fiona’s eyes snapped to mine. She held them there for an instant before swallowing and repositioning a wayward wisp of hair behind her ear.

  Smirking, I nodded at her. “Still struggling with the whole compliment thing I see?”

  She chewed her lip for a moment before she replied. “Yes, I’m sorr…”

  I glared at her, as she stopped herself mid-sentence.

  13

  Never Back Down (Fiona)

  As I made my way back down to the lab, I reflected on what Gabe said and the way he challenged me. On an intellectual level, I understood what he meant, but knowing and doing are two different things.

  My immediate reaction to our discussion was twofold.

  The first of these was that it was easy for someone like him to ‘have balls’ as he put it. He had the world at his beck and call, bending it to his will. Gabe was accustomed to people doing whatever he asked of them, without question. The type of abrasive persona he suggested I assume was about as foreign to me as a polar bear at the equator. Of course as I considered it, this notion was made even worse since the two things I feared most, even more than death itself, were public speaking and confrontation.

  Yet, following Gabe’s suggestion to its logical conclusion, I’d have no alternative but to face them. I took measured steps to the elevator from his office, contemplating my selection of ever-dwindling options in the process. After the doors closed, the elevator glided down the shaft, and as it did, I swallowed and feared for the worst.

  As it reached the lab floor and the doors opened, the elevator chimed, an annoying reminder of the task ahead. Stepping out, my mind flooded with horrific scenarios. In fact, the closer I got to the lab, the more certain I became I absolutely could not do as he’d suggested. My stomach fluttered and the skin on my fingers went clammy as I reached for the door handle.

  I took one last inhale as I wrapped my shaky digits around it.

  Like it or not, I’d have to find a way to play their game. This possible promotion and the money coming with it were too much for me to risk losing. And besides, there was still the tiniest of chances they hadn’t tampered with my cultures. Disregarding my instincts, I put Gabe’s advice aside for the time being.

  There was no sense making waves. Not when I was this close to the finish line.

  I glanced around as I entered the lab and in an effort to make my reappearance there as inconspicuous as possible, I walked straight towards my workstation, head down and eyes tracing a few inches ahead of my feet.

  “Fiona…” I heard Melissa whisper as I passed by them. “Wait.”

  I didn’t stop.

  Ignoring her, I kept moving until I reached my workstation. Even so, I had no doubt they’d be right behind me, forked t
ongues lashing at me with innuendo. Almost before I realized it, they stood at the far end of my workstation, opposite one another, staring me down like a hawk homes in on a hapless field mouse.

  “What did Gabe want?” Amanda said.

  “Yeah,” Melissa began, adding to Amanda’s intrusiveness. “You were gone for over an hour. What happened?”

  “What do you mean?” I replied, trying to diffuse the intrusive nature of their comments. “Nothing.”

  Melissa scoffed. “Fiona, I can count on one hand the number of times Amanda and I have been summoned to Gabe’s office in all the years we’ve worked here.”

  Bending her arm at the elbow, she raised her hand and touched her thumb and index finger together, forming a zero. And just like that, they were right back in high school mode, assuming the worst about Gabe and me.

  In that moment, I realized telling them the truth in this situation would be all but impossible. Rather, I had to say something that would make them happy or, I’d been reprimanded and at the same time discourage them from trying anything else to set me back in the meantime. But before I could utter a single syllable, Melissa continued her not-so-subtle accusations.

  “Look at you, Fiona. You’re blushing!”

  “Yeah,” Amanda said with eagerness in her tone. “Something must have happened. You’re turning bright red.”

  Melissa leaned over the edge of my workstation, locking her eyes on me like a beat detective stares down a petty thief. “Come on, Fiona. You can tell us.”

  I frowned at them. “There’s nothing…” I began as I forced a swallow down my throat. “… to tell.”

  Amanda pointed at me. “You’re lying right now. What’s the big deal, Fiona?”

  “Yeah,” Melissa said as she began to rub her hands together. “Spill it. What happened? Did he kiss you?”

  “What?” I replied, as I grew increasingly alarmed at the direction their questions headed. “Kiss me? No. What makes you say that?”

  Amanda paused for a moment and leaned away from me. Her gaze traveled up and down my face as she studied me. Just then, her eyes widened and she angled her upper body toward Melissa as she whispered something to her. Afterward, the two looked towards one another and began to snicker. In spite of my efforts to downplay it, this couldn’t have gone much worse. However, before long, their laughter simmered down. It was then I found out how much worse it would get.