“Hols. Could you give us a minute?”
“If he’s only going to take a minute, you should probably rethink your choices, honey.”
My eyes narrow, and I glare at her over Brielle’s shoulder.
“Hols,” Brielle says again. Their eyes have an entire conversation before Holly finally closes the door, leaving us alone again.
“Thanks for this weekend,” she says, not looking at me anymore.
I’m not having any of that. I place two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up so I can see her eyes. “Thank you for coming with me. Even though you’re the one who agreed to it with the Vitales in the first place.”
I should be walking away already, but I can’t seem to make myself do it.
“Have a good night, Damian.”
“You too. See you in the morning.”
She tries to smile, but it fades fast. I wait until she’s inside her apartment before I turn and go.
Starting tomorrow, she’s just an employee, like anyone else who works for me. But tonight, I’m not going to feel any guilt when I wrap my hand around my dick to the memories of her lips on mine.
Chapter 16
Brielle
Iclosethedoor,shuffling my feet past Holly like she didn’t just catch me making out with my boss against our door.
“Uh-uh. Stop right there,” she calls.
I freeze in place, waiting to get yelled at like a naughty child. I certainly feel naughty right now.
“I need deets. Spill, girl.” She takes a sip of her water and plops herself into one of the seats at our small dining table, settling in for a story.
“There’s nothing to tell. We kissed. You caught us. That’s it.”
“That is not it. And that was not kissing. That was trying to crawl into his body through his mouth. You were basically banging against the door.”
My mouth drops. “We were not. All clothes were on at all times.” I can hear the defensiveness in my voice. I pull at the hem of my sweater, as if having it on did anything to stop Damian’s hand from smoothing across my skin.
“Better question, why? Why have you not climbed that man like a tree without the clothes? Unless…” She trails off, waiting for me to say something. I don’t give her that satisfaction. “Did you finally do the deed while you were away?”
“No,” I tell her, turning back to my room. Embarrassment washes over me. “I don’t want to talk about it, Hols.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” She rushes up to me, following me into my room. “We tell each other everything. What’s up, babe? You can’t tell me that man doesn’t want you or something. He was ravaging you in the hallway. What’s got you upset?”
I kick off my boots and collapse onto my bed. Holly settles on the other side. She nestles under the blankets with me, and I’m reminded of all the nights back in college when we stayed up through the middle of the night, playing silly games in our shared bedroom, trying to read each other’s minds and making up stories about how the other’s life was going to play out in the most ridiculous ways.
She really is my best friend, my ride or die, my closest confidant.
“Talk to me,” she says quietly, her hand rubbing my arm soothingly.
I take a deep breath and then turn to face her. “You know how Damian and I have been spending a lot of time together?”
“Uh, yeah. I noticed.”
“And I told you that we work together?”
“Uh-huh,” she says again.
