Rich (Benson Security #5) - Janet Elizabeth Henderson Page 0,47

include Rachel in their conversation.

And stopped dead; everything within him instantly on high alert. Because this wasn’t the same woman who’d gone to her bedroom not half an hour earlier.

Instead of changing into lounge pants and one of the camisole tops that she liked to wear at home, she was still dressed in the gray skirt and pink top she’d worn to work. More telling, her feet weren’t bare; they were clad in the mile-high silver pumps she’d donned for the office.

She was wearing her business armor.

With her shoulders back, chin held high, and absolutely no emotion showing on her face, she made her way to the end of the table farthest away from them all, holding an envelope in her hand. Suddenly, the table was as much of a barrier between Harvard and Rachel as the distant expression on her face.

Slowly, Ryan and Elle realized that the atmosphere in the dining room had changed. Become tense and expectant. They lowered their chopsticks and gave their attention to Rachel.

She didn’t even glance at them. Instead, she focused on Harvard. “I’m being blackmailed.”

As Ryan froze and Elle gasped, a jolt of shock shot through Harvard’s body, ensuring that every inch of him was focused fully on Rachel. “Go on,” he said without any sign of the inner turmoil he felt.

“Before I tell you all this, I must insist that none of you get emotional. It really isn’t worth it. And I would appreciate it if you’d wait with questions until I’m finished talking. Am I clear?”

Ryan and Elle murmured their agreement, sounding worried. The tension in the room shot up by about a million degrees. Nothing good could follow a warning like that. Nothing. Fighting the urge to walk around the table and hold her while she talked, Harvard said instead, “We’ll be professional.”

It must have been enough of a reassurance for her, because she nodded and took a visible breath. “Ten years ago, I spent my summer break from university living at home and interning at TayFor. While out one evening at a nightclub, I was drugged and raped by several men.”

What the fuck?

Ryan shot to his feet and started pacing. Elle covered her mouth with her hands.

As for Harvard, the world as he knew it exploded around him. Years of training in tamping down his emotions kept him from reacting to the flying shrapnel and out-of-control blazes that only he could see.

When he didn’t move a muscle, but instead kept his eyes glued to hers, Rachel let out a long, very controlled breath that he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been studying her so intently. “I don’t actually know how many men were involved.” Her voice was flat, as though she were reciting London’s underground schedule. “Thanks to the drug they used, I have no memory of the actual assault. Sometimes, I have the faintest of flashbacks. Usually when I dream, more recently, when I’m awake.”

For a split second, the tip of her tongue peeked out to wet her lips. “After the incident, I woke up in a strange hotel with photos of the assault lying beside me, and a message demanding I never return to TayFor, or the images would be made public.”

Ryan cursed under his breath, and a muffled sob came from Elle. But Harvard remained outwardly calm and strong—for Rachel. He didn’t dare break eye contact with her, as he suspected that focusing on him was giving her the strength she needed to tell her story.

“I destroyed the photos and took myself to the hospital. I didn’t file charges, as there was no one to file them against. Even in the photos, the only recognizable face was mine.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and he could only imagine how dry it must be.

“Ryan,” Harvard said in a calm, steady voice, “get Rachel a bottle of water.”

Rachel kept her eyes fixed on Harvard as Ryan stalked to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, opened it and gently handed it to her—all without saying a word.

After she drank, she continued, “The drug used on me that night was from TayFor. I know this because it was in the note my attackers left behind. Clearly, if that information came out, along with the photos, the resulting media attention would destroy the company. And my parents.” She took another drink without taking her eyes off him. “I didn’t tell anyone in my family what happened. When I got out of the hospital, I went straight back to