“Sure, sweetheart. Just be careful, okay?”
While he made plans with Shay, I walked into the kitchen and Dad followed me. “You okay, Angel?” I nodded. “I know you didn’t want Shay to—”
“It’s okay, Dad. Really. Anyway, even if I were, it’s too late now.” My laugh lacked mirth.
Dad didn’t look convinced but sighed. “Did you two at least catch up?”
Oh, yes, we played catch in my bedroom then he fucked me in my shower. I was about to revisit hell again. “Sort of. I didn’t get around to telling him everything. Not even about Griffin.” It was my way of telling him not to say anything.
“Sometimes the truth sets you free, Angel.” He was gone before I could process that statement.
If only it didn’t shackle you too...
42. A Thousand Years – Christina Perri
Skye – 25 years
Stiff from pouring over paperwork, I closed my eyes and rotated my neck from left to right, back to front then cupped my neck and stretched the muscles with a soft groan.
“I hope that’s for me.”
My eyes snapped open, a gasp of surprise escaping my lips. Shay leaned casually against the doorframe to my office. Hand in the pockets of fitting black pants, sleeves of his white button-down rolled to the elbows, a lazy smile graced his perfect white teeth. How was it possible that without doing anything, this man had a way of provoking a deep thrum between my legs while causing my heart to flutter at the same time. It was just so unfair how appealing his nonchalance was.
“What are you doing here?” I pretended interest in the figures on my monitor that abruptly blurred from indifference.
“We had dinner and breakfast, well, my version thereof,” his words accompanied an impish grin. “Now, I thought we could have lunch,” he replied with the grace of a refined gentleman any woman would be hard-pressed to ignore.
I’d already tempted fate by allowing him back into my life and my bed, technically my shower, anymore unplanned meetings would just send the wrong message. For my sanity it would be best to keep a safe distance from this man. “I can’t. Too much work,” I lied. Well, it was a half-truth really. The paperwork could wait if I really wanted.
“Can’t or won’t, Blue?” he called my bluff. “Work or not, you still have to eat, right?” He grinned. “You’d get way more done on a full tummy.”
“I’d love to but if I don’t get this sorted right away...” I pointed to the large stack of papers on my table that my assistant could easily handle.
He tilted his head, studying me. God, I’d give anything to peek inside that intelligent brain. “Maybe you should call your boss right now.”
“Huh?” Incredulity had me frowning.
