It’s not hard to miss the heat in his eyes. The tic of his jaw. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected by our night together. Or the heat and passion that we shared.
“Miss Foster. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Leo stalks out of the room. And with that dismissal, the tension leaves the room.
It’s definitely going to be an interesting year.
Chapter Six
Reagan - Two Months Later
“Does anyone have any questions?”
I can’t focus on the man speaking at the front of the conference room. The smell of someone’s lunch is making me sick. It’s taken every ounce of restraint in me not to pipe up and ask whose lunch smells so bad. This is the second day that I’ve felt this way, and I have no idea why.
“I think that wraps everything up. Thanks, everyone. We’ll reconvene next week once we have our first source of data back.” Leo’s smooth voice sends me over the edge. It still gives me butterflies, even though we said nothing else would happen. But today, those butterflies have me running to the bathroom.
I shove past two bodies as I go running, making it just in time for my lunch to come back up. I can’t remember the last time I got sick like this. Sweat clings to my forehead as I empty my stomach.
“Reagan? Are you okay?” Leo’s voice carries through the tiled bathroom.
“Ugh, why are you in here?” Every part of my body hurts as I sit against the metal stall.
“Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Damn him. Damn him for still being so delicious and making me want to jump his bones. Even when I feel like shit.
“Probably just ate something funky for lunch.” I flush the toilet and push myself off the floor. My skirt and blouse are sticking to me. I feel wretched. “Might just work from home for the rest of the afternoon. Probably just a stomach bug.”
I open the door, and Leo’s warm brown eyes hit me. They’re filled with concern. “Take the rest of the afternoon off. If you’re sick, you don’t need to be working.”
“I don’t want to fall behind on the project.”
Leo wets a paper towel and hands it to me. “We’re a month ahead of schedule. You can take the afternoon off. Besides, our big meeting with the client is this week, and you’ll want to be feeling better for that.”
“Don't you mean next week?” How did a whole month slip by so fast? I pat my neck with the cool towel, trying to quell the bubbling in my stomach.
“Nope. This week, Reagan.”
Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick again.”
“Sorry, Leo. You’re right. I should take the afternoon off. I’ll be back in tomorrow, good as new.”
Panic pulses through my veins as I brush by a confused Leo. I waste no time grabbing my purse from my office and running out. People try to grab my attention, but I have one focus. Getting to a pharmacy and getting home.
Why are there somany options? I never thought I’d be in Australia buying a pregnancy test, but here I am. My mind keeps cycling through the dates. Of when my period should have started but hadn’t. Of my night with Leo. We used protection. I’m on birth control. This isn’t supposed to happen.
First things first, Reagan. Take the test. It might’ve just been a salad.
Or you might’ve gotten knocked up with your boss’s baby.
I grab three different boxes, all claiming to give fast results, and check out. The older woman gives me a sympathetic look as she drops them into the bag. “First one?”
I smile and nod. If I try to say anything, I’m not sure what’s going to come out.I fucked my boss on my first night in Sydney, and now I might be pregnant with his baby?Not the best conversation starter.
Paying, I run out of the store and walk the short distance home. Deep breaths, Reagan, deep breaths. The hot December sun is beating down on me. Relief hits me as my apartment building is in sight. I keep telling myself everything is going to be fine as the elevator crawls to my floor.
