Great. He was jealous.
He wasn’t generally in touch with his emotions, but even he recognized jealousy, especially when it was so damn obvious.
His throat tightened, and the panic that had driven him to Cian’s floor slowly crept back into his veins. He wanted too much. He wished for too much. He should just drop the whole thing. Hazel wasn’t his girlfriend, so she could…well, if she wanted to, she could…
He abruptly rose. “Sorry. I have to…” He didn’t finish the sentence before hurrying after Hazel.
He didn’t feel like explaining himself. He wantedherto explainherself. And he wanted a new clause in their contract!
Chapter Eighteen
Social conduct for hate-free inter-colleague teamwork
Short: SCHIT
Additional clause X-5:
Both parties are prohibited from sexual intercourse or excessive physical contact (including, but not limited to, kissing, touching, looking at, etc.) with others during the term of the contract.
(Written confirmation from Party B is still required)
Hazel had no self-respect left.
She liked that Gareth was so obviously jealous. Sure, he’d acted like an idiot, but he’d acted like an idiot because of her, and a primitive, stupid part of her had enjoyed that fact.
“Oh God, what’s wrong with me?” she muttered, shaking her head.
“Funny. I was just about to ask you the same question.”
Hazel flinched and whirled around. Gareth had caught up to her.
Great. She needed distance from him to deal with her ridiculous feelings, not closeness, even though it had been too long since she’d last enjoyed hiscloseness. They’d spent so much time in bed over the last two weeks that four nights alone had suddenly seemed like an eternity. What was more, the man smelled so incredibly good that she wanted to stop and bury her nose in the crook of his neck…
No!
No, no, no.
“What do you want, Gareth?” she asked with a sigh, pausing in front of the door to the women’s restrooms before looking at him with what she hoped was an impatient and not-at-all longing look. His expression, at least, was something no one would have described aslonging. Tense and pissed off was a much better description.
“Was that your ex-boyfriend just now?”
“Yes.” She jutted out her chin defiantly. “Why?”
“Are you still sleeping with him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Yes, it is, because I’m sleeping with you now.”
“Gareth!” she hissed, looking around in alarm. They were in a public hallway, damn it!
“What?” he asked with false innocence. “Am I saying or doing something to make you uncomfortable? Just like I’d be uncomfortable if you were f…”
“Oh, dear God,” she interrupted loudly as she ripped open the nearest door and shoved him into the room beyond.Roomwas too generous a term, though; they were standing in a janitor’s closet.
Groaning, Hazel threw her head back before flicking the light switch with her fist and closing the door. “A utility closet? Seriously? Why do you have a clichéd janitor's closet on this floor?”
“What the hell is clichéd about a janitor's closet?” Gareth asked, confused.
