“You did?”
“Absolutely. I also saw the list of events from last week and her note for you to ‘show your true colors.’ She set you up that night.”
“I still don’t know why she hated me so much.”
“I don’t know either other than to say she was probably jealous of your popularity around the office.”
She snorts. “Popularity? I’m not popular.”
“You most certainly are. When the rumor started spreading that I fired you, I received more than one death glare when I walked through the office.”
“Oh, geesh, they were doing that before. That had nothing to do with me.”
“Wow, thanks.” I chuckle. “Well, trust me, it was worse this time.”
“What else were you wrong about?”
“I was wrong about your fashion sense.”
“My fashion sense?”
“Your clothes. I can’t imagine my day without seeing what you’ve chosen to wear.”
“You can’t?”
“No. I can’t. Plus, I miss your garters.”
She laughs then. “You never got to see my garters.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Or my satin demi bra and matching Dominique Tap panties.”
“Oh, Jesus, Lexie.” I reach my arms out until I touch something soft. “Come here. Please?” When I feel her move her body into mine, placing her head on my chest, and her arms around my body, I shiver. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“I’m glad you’re here. This night is hell.” She releases a shaky breath. “My mom was everything to me, Gabriel. She was my be-best friend.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“What else were you wrong about?”
I must be helping her keep her mind off of the sadness of the night. “I was wrong to pretend my feelings for you weren’t real.”
“You were?”
“Yes. I think I’ve had feelings for you for months.”
“You have?”
“Yep. I think it started the day you wore that little yellow dress.”
“The one with the butterflies all over it?”
“That’s the one.”
“But, you hated my clothes.”
“No, not that dress. It’s short. I got a great look at your gams.”
