“Are you okay?” Lucas asked, his brows knitted together.
“I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry about it.” I turned my back on him, hoping I was making the point I didn’t want to talk to him. “And I wasn’t hiding.” I sat with my shoulders straight, my chin high.
Lucas turned my chair around so that I was facing him. “You’re being rude, Morgan.” He was seething. I could practically see steam coming from his ears.
I glanced at Mark who was trying to be discreet as he eavesdropped on our conversation. And he wasn’t the only one. Everyone was watching us. The tips of my ears were on fire.
“And you’re being heavy handed and bossy. Now, get out of here. Now,” I whispered, glaring at him.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, ignoring the stares and whispers around us. “You hung up on me,” he said quietly.
I snorted. “Are you serious?” I scoffed. “That’s why you’re here? Because I hurt your feelings?” I shoved his hands off my chair. “You interrupt my day, show up at my place of employment because you didn’t like how I ended our phone call? Give me a break and grow the hell up. Now please leave, before I get into trouble.” I cast a quick look around, relieved that Mr. Richardson had yet to make an appearance.
Lucas hooked his thumbs in his jeans and stared down at me. I didn’t like the feeling of him standing over me so I got to my feet. We weren’t eye level, Lucas was quite a bit taller than I was, but I didn’t feel at such a disadvantage. “I don’t appreciate being shut down, Morgan. Particularly when I don’t understand the reason.”
We were the center of attention. Everyone was staring. And whispering. And smirking. And gawking.
I wanted to stand on my desk and scream at all of them. Mostly Lucas.
I grabbed Lucas by the arm and yanked him towards the breakroom. He resisted at first. “I won’t have a conversation out here for everyone to hear,” I hissed.
Finally realizing how on display we were, Lucas consented to my dragging him into the empty room. I shut the door behind us. People could still see us but at least they couldn’t hear us.
“Do you not realize when people are staring at you?” I asked, turning my back on my nosy co-workers. I had to make this quick. It was only a matter of time before Peter realized his employees weren’t doing their job.
Lucas shrugged. “I’m used to it.”
“Yeah, well some of us aren’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Since it’s obvious you need to say something, get on with it. Some of us have work to do.”
Lucas took a deliberate step towards me. Closing the gap. Caging me in. “We were in the middle of a conversation. Then we weren’t. You’re obviously upset. And it’s my fault.”
“You give yourself too much credit, Lucas,” I huffed, embarrassed by the whole situation.
Lucas held his phone up in front of my face. The picture of him with the woman from last night was there in all its smutty glory. “I’m assuming this is what has your knickers in a twist.”
I looked over his shoulder, refusing to meet his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lucas shoved his phone back in his pocket. He took another step towards me. I took a step back. I was very aware we still had an audience. “Morgan, don’t give me that line of bullshit. You could have just asked me about it instead of shutting down and getting snotty with me.”
“I am not being snotty,” I snapped.
“So this whole primary school attitude is just how you are? Good to know,” he snapped back.
I let out a breath, finally looking at him. Which was probably a mistake. Because looking at him was bad for my heart.
And my hormones.
Because looking at him made me remember kissing him. And touching him. And him touching me.
Crap.
“Okay, so I might have gotten annoyed that you didn’t show up because you were with someone else.Notbecause I was jealous,” I quickly pointed out. Lucas smirked. Neither of us believed me. “You can do anything and anyone you want. I’m not a factor.”
Lucas cupped my elbow and pulled me towards him. “Nothing happened. That woman gave me a ride home. That’s it. I got drunk and passed out. And I woke upalone.”
I glanced out of the breakroom window and saw Mr. Richardson on the floor. “It doesn’t matter—”
Lucas’ eyes flashed. “Itdoesmatter. I don’t want you to think that I would say I was coming over and then screw another woman. I know what the rags say about me. Sometimes they get it right. Sometimes they don’t. This time they were very, very wrong.”
