And he’s pleased about it.
“Don’t make this into anything,” I snap. “Because it isn’t. It’s a one-off, dumb mistake. Understand?”
The anger in my tone doesn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. The faintest of smirks curves those stupidly sexy lips.
“Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
God, I want to grab the stupid little sculpture on his deskand whip it at his head. Something about the certainty in his voice justsendsme.
I have to go. After one more look down to make sure I don’t have a boob hanging out, I turn and bolt. My heart races as I burst through his office doors, tears forming in my eyes as I rush down the hall, heels in my hands.
I don’t look back. I can’t. I know he’s watching, and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
And I don’t want to give in to the burning ache I have to turn right around and be in his arms again.
CHAPTER 4
GABBY
Iwake up the next morning wincing, sunlight stabbing through my blinds. I sit up, grabbing the blind rod and twisting it shut, beautiful darkness blanketing me.
“Ow.Ow.”
I twist, my body aching in ways it’s never ached before. Right away, I realize what it is—dull, throbbing reminders of last night.
Sasha.
Shit.
It all comes back to me like a bad dream, walking in on my boss stroking himself,moaning my name. Then, instead of bolting out of there, I let him call me closer.
“What thehellwas I thinking?”
My words bounce off the walls of my bedroom. Then I remember it’s not a weekend—I need to be at work in an hour. No way that’s happening. No way am I strolling intothe office and getting barked at him after what happened between us.
My mind drifts back to last night, the feeling of him pushing into me, stretching me out, driving into me again and again from behind. Then, when he flipped me over onto my back, made me beg for it…
Heat floods between my thighs. God, it’s like my own body is out to get me. Pushing the thoughts out of my head as quickly as I can, I roll off the bed and onto my feet, trudging over to the full-length mirror.
I look as much of a mess as I feel. My lips are swollen, my hair’s a mess, and I didn’t bother to clean my makeup off. You’d think I’d been up all night partying, instead of getting screwed by my boss in his office.
Yeah. Not a chance in hell I’m going to face him today.
I snatch my phone off the nightstand, pull the charger cable out, and get to typing.
Feeling under the weather. Working from home today.
Even seeing his name in the email header is enough to make my stomach roil.
I go into the bathroom, run the sink, throw a little bit of water on my face and start to scrub off my makeup while playing last night on a loop in my brain I have no control over. I turn off the water and towel off my face, refusing to look at myself in the mirror again.
“OK, it’s fine.” I speak out loud to myself, like a crazy person, as I march into the kitchen. “It’s fine. No one has toknow. Sasha’s a prick, but he’s not a gossip. It’ll be fine. Just keep a low profile; forget it happened.”
It sounds reasonable. I keep my head down, work on the Dandelion offer, crank it out, and bury the other stuff. Maybe Sasha feels just as dumb and doesn’t want to talk about it either.
There. That’s the plan. Last night just didn’t happen.
I grab my coffee mug out of the cupboard and hang onto it like it’s life support. My laptop’s on the little table next to the kitchen bar, the screen still on, glaring at me with the neat little rows of my Excel spreadsheet.
