TIES THAT BIND

truthfully. I have no freaking clue what Beck has planned for the day, what his motives are for showing up on my last day of work at 8-bit. But damn, I might be a little excited to find out. When I

I look down, taking in all the different holes on the pants. I shrug, completely unbothered by his comment. "Oh, it totally goes against the dress code. Darla wrote me a pink slip the moment I stepped into work this morning." It's Beck's turn to fight a smile. He's much better at it than his driver, however. I mutter my thanks to him as I slide into the backseat of the SUV, completely ignoring Beck's outstretched hand. He doesn't say anything as it falls to his side. "So, you're breaking the rules right after you've been promoted?" Beck's driver, I still need to get his name, softly shuts the door after me before he rounds the car and gets in. I shake my head. "I've always followed the rules. But today being my last day and all, I figured I might as well wear something comfortable. If it were up to me, all companies would have casual Fridays." "Noted." His eyes snap to my side. "Buckle your seat belt." I bite my tongue, wanting to tell him that even if he's going to be my boss, he doesn't have to always tell me what to do. He must disapprove of my silence. In one swift motion, he's reaching across the space, grabbing the seat belt and buckling me in. "I'm not a child. I can do it myself." Beck pins me with a glare. His face is dangerously close to mine. So close that his hot breath tickles my cheeks. His smell surrounds me. For a fraction of a second, his gaze focuses on my lips. He rips his sight away from my parted lips, his stormy eyes looking into mine. "Too late." I tear my eyes from his, too caught up in the moment with him for my own good. I should be angry with him for catapulting into my life and changing everything so quickly, but I'm also thrilled at the possibilities of what's in store. "Where are we going?" I question, looking out the window as the driver pulls the car away from the curb. "Before we do anything, I need you to sign this." Beck pulls a packet from a briefcase and plops it between us. I pick it up, my eyes roaming over a bunch of legal jargon that goes over my head. "It's an NDA, Margo," he explains, watching me closely. "You're expected to sign it before we go through with this." I frown, trying to understand what everything means. Flipping from one page to the next, I find highlighted sections where I'm supposed to sign my name. Watching reruns of Law and Order SVU hasn't given me enough knowledge of law terminology to even begin to understand a thing. I look at Beck with skepticism written on my face. "I don't understand any of this." I wave the packet around in the air between us. "How do I know that I'm not signing away my first-born child to you?" The driver spits out a laugh. I smirk, happy I got the calm and collected guy to finally break. "Glad you find her hilarious, Ezra." Beck gives the driver-Ezra, apparently -a dirty look through the rearview mirror. Ezra, however, only makes eye contact with Beck for a fleeting moment before he pins his eyes ahead of him, suddenly very focused on the road. "Sorry, sir." He coughs. "It was kind of funny." I beam, looking at Beck with a satisfied look