I purposefully made eye contact as I walked past. Andrew flushed red and Charlie quickly took a drink of his tea, liquid dribbling down his chin.
Damn Phil and his stupid mouth. Men were just as gossipy as women.
I sat down at my desk and tried to concentrate on my work. I had a project to think about. And a boss that was less than pleased with my performance so far.
But my mind kept drifting.
To the one person I didn’t want to think about.
It had been only sex.
That’s all I had wanted, right?
I didn’t need to think about relationships. I had a job I needed to keep. A new country to get used to living in. Anything else was only a distraction.
A nice distraction.
But not good for my current situation.
I could hear a cell phone ringing from somewhere. I absently wondered whose it was.
It kept ringing.
How annoying.
It was only a matter of time until the bossman came out to bitch at someone about personal phone calls.
I glanced around the room, trying to figure out whose it was.
“Morgan, your purse is ringing,” Mark Bates said from his desk beside me.
“Huh?” I frowned.
Morgan glanced at my purse by my feet.
I picked it up. He was right. It was my phone making the racket.
I quickly pulled it out to silence it and my stomach dropped.
It was Lucas.
What the hell?
Why would he be calling me?
I muted the ringer and shoved my phone back into my bag, determined to not think about it. Or him. Or why he would be calling me in the first place.
Then my purse began to vibrate.
“Sorry,” I muttered to Mark, who was looking put out by my noisy phone. I picked up my entire purse and headed towards the front doors of the office.
Out on the sidewalk, I answered the call, figuring I might as well see what he was hounding me about.
“You are a difficult one to get ahold of,” Lucas chuckled after I said hello.
“I’m at work,” I replied blandly.
“Right. I’m sorry. I forgot.”
