“Whatever you say,” Meghan singsonged.“Okay, bestie, I’ve got to run.I’ll call you!”And with that, the whirlwind that was Meghan Price flitted out of my cubicle.
And, apparently, I had a new best friend and a heart-eyed boss.
CHAPTER SEVEN
EMMETT
I retreated to my office,my body buzzing.Sinking into my plush leather chair, I stared at her contact details in my phone.My fairly innocent eavesdropping had turned into an encounter I’d rather forget.
What a fucking tool.
Groaning, I tossed my phone on my desk and woke my computer.I scanned a few emails, not really absorbing their contents.Meghan’s suggestion that I was jealous needled me.The last thing I needed was Callie misreading my intentions.Our relationship had to remain professional.No, not relationship—our partnership…co-workmanship…colleagueship…whatever you wanted to call it.
Fuck.I’m losing it.
Deciding it was useless to even try focusing on work, I picked my phone up to text Wick.
EMMETT
Basketball tonight after work?Need to blow off some steam.
His response was immediate.
WICK
You know it, man.My place or the office court?
I weighed my options, tilting my head side to side, before replying.
EMMETT
Office.
Phone still in hand, I debated my next move.Poor judgment won out, and I decided to text Callie.
EMMETT
Sorry for eavesdropping.I feel like an ass.
CALLIE
Who is this?
Is she serious?
EMMETT
It’s Emmett.
CALLIE
LOL, I know.
EMMETT
Oh, you’re trouble, Miss Winters.
CALLIE
