“All right,” Kayla agreed and pocketed the weapon. If Brant was willing to take a leap of faith, she could do the same. However, there were going to be some rules. “But you have to call me Kayla. I don’t like the whole Mistress and Master thing. And if you even look like you’re going to pull out that weapon, I’ll have you crying on the floor like a little girl before you know what hit you.”
Brant blinked and studied her as though she were a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. Finally, he took a step back and gestured toward the open elevator doors. “I won’t harm you, Kayla.”
She flashed him a smile and walked over to the priority elevator. With a slight chuckle, Carl adjusted the bags over his shoulder and followed them. Once they were inside, Brant leaned forward and programmed their f
