While that took place, I completely deleted my dating profile. If I wanted to make another one, I’d wait until some of the drama died down before I attempted to do that again. But at that moment, I was much too fixated on who the hell hacked my accounts.
Because if it hadn’t been Joseph, then who the hell did it?
The question loomed in my mind for the rest of the day. I tried to enjoy my lunch with Brit, but it was mostly her talking about her latest in-office crush while I turned over suspects in my mind. I would have immediately thought Tommy since the actions had his name written all over it, but he was being held without bond until his trial date, so that took him out of the running. My second thought would have been JoJo because of his attitude this past weekend, but the fact that he had been just as shocked to get a message like that from me dissuaded me from thinking he had done it. Brit was as stupid with technology as any grown woman I’d ever seen, and I hadn’t known Kelly long enough to accuse her of something like that.
And since that was the extent of my social life, I found myself out of options.
I tried to focus on work as much as possible, considering the fact that JoJo’s four morning emails came with four different lists of things I had to accomplish. And after adding all the extra things to my schedule, I found myself working in some way, shape, or form every single night for the coming week. While that should have pissed me off, in some ways it made me feel more protected. I’d be alone in a building with JoJo who had proven that when my back was to the fire, he was there to make sure I didn’t fall into it.
But even with that small tidbit of solace, I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming long-ass week I had.
Especially since the work dropped into my lap because JoJo was most certainly trying to teach me a lesson.
12
Rebecca
I couldn’t getthose messages out of my head. Even after working until almost ten and even after treating myself to a hotel room stay across the street that enabled me to soak in a jetted tub for a very long time, I still couldn’t get my head wrapped around things. But, as I sank deep into the bubbles, I lined myself up with one of the jets and hiked my right leg over the edge of the tub.
Before losing myself in the effervescent pleasure the bathtub afforded me.
The sheer force of my orgasm ripped me into a state of exhaustion that served me well. The last thing I remembered was wrapping myself up in a towel before planting face-first into the king-sized bed. The mattress was luxurious. I wanted to call in sick for the rest of the week and coop myself up in the room. But, when my alarm went off the next morning, I unplugged the tub and got myself ready for work.
Before checking out of the two-hundred-dollar-a-night hotel only to walk back across the street.
“I should apologize,” I whispered to myself.
I took a last-minute detour into the coffee shop that jutted off the main floor. It was open to the public, sure, but it was mostly there for the office to utilize. I ordered two very large cups of coffee and doused them with all sorts of flavorings. I didn’t even watch what I was pouring in there before I doubled back and ordered to breakfast sandwiches to go. Caffeine and food always smoothed things over, and I owed JoJo an apology for the insanity that had rained down on my email yesterday.
So, with my hands full and my purse slung over my shoulder, I rode the elevator all the way up to his floor and walked directly into his office.
“Close the door,” he said flatly.
I kicked it closed before I walked toward his desk. I set the coffee in front of him and that caused him to sit back. I sat one of the breakfast sandwiches down before unwrapping it for him, as if he were some husband I had to appease with my actions.
Then, I flopped into the chair behind me. “Hey.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Did I miss a special occasion?”
“Consider this my apology for yesterday,” I said as I took a sip of my coffee.
I grimaced at the mixture of sugar and honey. The twinge of cream made me shiver and the lack of caramel left me wanting. JoJo picked up his coffee and sniffed it before scooting it off to the side, but he did pick up his sandwich and take a behemoth bite.
“Mmm, thanks,” he said with his mouth full.
I blinked as my entire body paused. “What did you just say?”
He shot me a look before he turned to his keyboard. “Anything else?”
I leaned up. “I really am sorry about yesterday.”
He started typing away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know,” I said before I lowered my voice, “the email?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t get any emails from you yesterday.”
I blinked. “No, I know you’re trying to keep it on the down-low, but I really am sorry.”
