Her thighs were sticky and the whole room smelled of sex. She loved everything about it. Oh God, she was definitely too naughty. But Gareth was to blame! The guy gave her incredibly dirty thoughts. She adjusted her clothes — her hose were beyond repair, but thankfully, her skirt hid that — and watched Gareth button his shirt…but there was a gap in the middle.
“I demand a replacement,” he muttered, frowning at the missing button.
She grinned. “Our contract doesn’t say anything about replacements. Sorry. Besides, I like the shirt like this. This way I can see more.”
He snorted, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her hard. “Okay, I’ll leave it on. I don’t have anything else planned today except to meet you.”
Oh, she liked that.
“Do you want to go first?” he asked, nodding toward the door.
“Gareth, there won’t be anyone lurking out there hoping to catch two employees having sex.” She pulled the door open. “We can both just go and…”
She stopped abruptly.
She should have listened to Gareth.
“Oh my fucking God,” Austin Fox exclaimed, standing open-mouthed and wide-eyed outside the women’s restroom door, looking back and forth between them in disbelief. His gaze flicked to her hair, to Gareth’s missing button…
Okay, shit. The scene was clearer than a neon sign. “Um…it’s not what you think?” she tried saying, anyway. “We couldn’t find Gareth’s office and were fighting each other?”
Gareth made a noise she couldn’t clearly identify as either a laugh or a snort.
Austin ignored her. He was too busy rubbing his eyes with his fists, as if he could erase the moment from his sight. “God. Of theten things I never wanted to see, this is number three! What the hell, Hazel?”
“What are numbers one and two?” Gareth asked, seemingly completely unfazed by the situation. At least it didn’t dampen his curiosity.
“Moreau and Anna having sex, and Leon doing a fucking dance of joy because he won at Mario Tennis!” he growled, his dark gaze landing on Gareth. “But apparently you’re not as uptight as everyone says, boss. Maybe if I tell Leon, he’ll finally stop juking and singingI’m the best."
“Okay, okay,” Hazel replied hastily, restlessness flooding her body much like the burning heat had ten minutes ago. Hands raised, she stepped forward. “Stop it, Austin. We’re two grown people. We can do whatever we want, and you’re going to keep quiet about it. Why are you even in this corridor?”
“Leon’s looking for you. You have a damn appointment, and you’ve been in the bathroom for twenty minutes, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay.” He gritted his teeth. “Now I wish I hadn’t cared if you had passed out on the toilet and drowned in the bowl!”
“That’s awfully caring of you,” Hazel said tensely, and she could have sworn she felt Gareth’s silent laughter.
“Yes! I hate how caring I am,” Fox complained. “Now, I have to keep another damn secret.” Groaning, he threw his head back. “Why is it always me? What have I done wrong in my life to deserve catching my friends having sex?!”
“Well, actually, this is your fault,” Hazel complained.
“Oh, this is going to be interesting,” Gareth muttered.
“Excuse me?” Austin snapped.
“Well! You wanted me to make up with him.”
“Yes. But fully clothed.”
She raised her chin. “You never said that. You should have been clearer.”
This time, Gareth laughed, which earned him a glare from Fox.
“It isn’t funny!” he hissed.
Gareth shrugged. “Depends on your point of view. I do think it’s better if I leave now, though.”
“Oh, really?” Fox asked mockingly. “It seems like you prefer tocome.”
Hazel’s diaphragm clenched. Oh, shit. Austin should have known better than to make Gareth angry. Concerned, she turned to him, fully expecting to see purgatory burning in his eyes.
