“I want to know about the sheets,” Connor said, his evil grin back in evidence. “Whose sheets did you burn?”
Maggie’s mouth dropped open. She snapped it shut.
“I’m with Connor,” Julia said. “I want the sheet deets. If you weren’t with Greg, who were you with?”
Now she’d done it. Her mouth flapped open and closed again. She picked up her coffee for something to do with her hands. They shook and she set the mug back on the table.
“I don’t want to talk about it. What did you do for the weekend?”
“I washed my hair,” Julia said. “But we’re talking about you.”
“What beach did you go to?” Susan said.
“Yeah, I spent most of the weekend at the beach,” Connor said.
“I thought you and Gwen were finished,” Susan said. “Who did you take and how did you find a replacement so fast?”
“There are more fish in the sea.” Connor’s eyes glinted, and Maggie stiffened waiting to see what he’d say next. She thought she might kill him the next time they were alone.
“What beach did you go to, Maggie?” he asked.
Killing was too good for him. She’d put itching powder in his sexy black boxer-briefs.
“I went to Maraetai beach,” she lied through gritted teeth.
“That would be why I didn’t see you,” Connor said. “I went to Port Waikato.”
“Do you surf?” Susan asked. “I’d love to learn.”
“I can surf, but I haven’t done it for a while.”
“Good. You can teach me,” Susan ordered.
Connor saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I want to know about Maggie.” Julia turned everyone’s attention back to her.
“I’m not telling,” Maggie said primly. “Look at the time. I need to get back to work.” She stood, her chair scraping across the hardwood floor. With a wave, she started for the door.
“You can run but you can’t hide.” Susan’s singsong voice stopped Maggie in her tracks.
She fought for impassive and turned to face her friends. “I’m not hiding anything.”
Connor winked at her and Maggie groaned inwardly. He, more than anyone, knew she had secrets. The wretch. As she strode down the hall to her cubicle, her mind grappled with a way to get her revenge on Connor. Payback was a bitch, as he’d soon learn.
Connor found it difficult to concentrate on work. It had been bad enough during the morning but after seeing Maggie in her blushing confusion his mind rejected any work-connected thoughts in order to playback their weekend together.Hot. The woman had his heart. She just didn’t know it.
A tap on his door heralded Julia’s arrival. When Connor looked closely, he noticed circles of fatigue under her eyes. Somehow he didn’t think she’d had a weekend full of sex. She didn’t glow like Maggie. She looked…sad.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Julia sat on one of the two chairs facing his desk. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” She tossed her head. “I’m worried about Maggie. Did you see the hickey on her neck? If she’s not sleeping with Greg, then who did she spend the weekend with? I’d hate someone to take advantage of her.”
The satisfaction Connor had felt on seeing his mark on Maggie died with Julia’s words. He wasn’t taking advantage of her. They’d had a bloody good time together. It was a mutual thing between them. He hadn’t pressured her. She’d agreed to go with him.
“She’s a big girl. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”
Julia frowned. “You don’t think she’d pick up someone so she could get into spanking, do you?”
