She gasps. “They did not.”
“Yes theydid,” I squeak. “I have to find a new job. And maybe a completely new identity.”
“I’ll leave soon,” Riley says in a rush. “Don’t have a meltdown. I’ll get ice cream and then I’ll meet you back at home. Everything is going to be okay.”
“I’m not totally sure about that,” I sigh, as I make my way through the lobby. “You’re the best.”
“I know,” she quips. “See you soon. Don’t do anything catastrophic until I get there, okay? And don’t you dare send a resignation email.”
I laugh, shaking my head, as I get on the elevator. “Deal. I’ll at least let you read over it before I send it.”
As she hangs up, the elevator doors open on our floor, and I step out, a fresh burst of post-conversation shame hitting me all over again.
I can’t believe that happened.
I reach my apartment door and punch in the code. The keypad blinks red at me, signaling an incorrect code.
“Come on,” I mutter under my breath, wiping the tears—that I’m trying to ignore—from my eyes. A crazy thought enters my mind. What if the guys turned off access to my apartment because they’re so pissed off at me? I shake my head, willing the thought to leave.
I enter the code once more, and this time it flashes green, the door clicking unlocked. “Thank god.”
I close the door behind me and then lean against it, letting out a deep breath. For a long minute, I just stand there, and then I feel something oozing between my legs.
Caleb.The first reaction is arousal, my thighs clenching at the thought of him deep inside of me…
But the second is embarrassment.
This is how I got in this predicament in the first place.
I kick off my heels and head straight for my room, stripping my clothes off as soon as I get there.
I toss my clothes into the hamper, shivering as the cold air hits the moisture between my legs. My mind replays all the intimate moments I’ve shared with Beck, Adrian, and Caleb, and Ihatethat I still find myself feeling the urge to defend it.
They came onto me, and all I did was enjoy sex.
Well, but it’s more than just sex. I actually like them. All of them.
I run my hands over my face and catch a whiff of Caleb’s cologne, lingering on my skin. I head for the shower, my stomach knotting up even tighter with the guilt of knowing the three men, who have been friends and partners for years, might still be fighting…
All because of me.
Chapter 22
Adrian
Ican’t fucking see straight. I said I needed a minute from the conversation about Maddy, but Istillcan’t thinkabout anything other than Caleb buried inside of her.
Jealousy rips through my chest, and I grip the edge of my desk so tight I can feel the veins in my arm popping beneath my sleeves. There’s a half-second of silence as I try to focus on my surroundings. I note the soft whirr of the computer and my own pulse hammering in my head…
And then Beck and Caleb walk into my office, probably tired of waiting on me to cool off.
Caleb folds his arms across his chest. “We’re worried about you, Adrian,” he says, his voice infuriatingly calm. He still looks as disheveled as he did earlier. His tie is loose and crooked. His shirt is wrinkled and untucked…
I hear Maddy’s voice in my head calling out Caleb’s name while he fucked her.
I have to look away, so pissed I can hardly stand it.
And also pissed that my cock is twitching in my goddamn pants.
