“At least let me get you a cab,” I call, hoping against hope that she’ll change her mind when she sees that it’s past one o’clock in the morning. But she doesn’t.
Ten minutes later, she’s gone, the only remnants of that quiet, gentle connection between us are the two discarded mugs on the coffee table.
Chapter 31
Jax
Lola’s bachelorette party is right around the corner from the office, so I end up heading there straight from work the following Friday.
As I stand at my desk, tugging at my clothes, I try to work out why I’m so uncomfortable with my outfit. I usually don’t care what other people think, but I don’t want to stand out.
The only thing I could find in my room that wasn’t black was an old jacket that I thought I’d thrown out. It’s pale green and doesn’t go with my hair.
I considered dying it purple again, just to see the look on Gray’s face, but I didn’t have time. I’m fussing with my clothes irritably when I hear him laugh behind me.
“You look nice.”
“Shut up,” I murmur as I glance at the rest of the office. The floor is pretty much deserted, but I’m still paranoid about him using such an informal tone with me.
Work has been unbelievably busy in the last couple of days, but I’ve noticed a change in Gray. He’s not half as brisk as he used to be, and anything he asks me to do is framed as a question rather than an order. And sometimes he even says please and thank you.
Except when he commanded that I blow him before a conference call, that is.
I shudder at the memory. I’d been on my knees, taking his cock to the back of my throat repeatedly, as he groaned above me. We were on mute, the rest of the call joining, voices coming out of his computer screen even as he gripped my hair like a vice and slammed into my mouth.
He comes to stand beside me now, a foot of space between us, but I step further away just in case. He smirks at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“Say that again in that tone, and I’ll throw you over my knee.”
I clench my fists, looking up at him, about to give him a piece of my mind, when I freeze as I see his sister walking through the office towards us.
“Shit, Carrie’s here. Does she know I work for you now?”
“I told her you were gonna meet her here, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down.”
He turns, waving at Carrie as she approaches us. She looks effortless, her short brown hair pinned back with sparkling clips, her eyelids glistening with glitter, too. Her dress is full of sequins, silver shimmering from every angle, and her boots are platforms that look as if they’ve come straight off the catwalk.
I feel like roadkill by comparison.
“Hey!” she says, grinning at me. “The cavalry has arrived. I hope you don’t mind, but Gray told me you needed something more on theme.”
She’s carrying a tote bag at her side and pulls a jacket from it as I watch. It’s white leather, covered in every jewel you could imagine.
“I had it for a party I went to years ago,” she says with a grimace. “Thought it was just the thing! You don’t have to wear it for long, I promise.”
I take it, staring at her in disbelief. “You brought this for me?”
“Of course!” she says happily, and I look down at the jacket, horrified to find my eyes pricking with tears.
No one has ever lent me clothes before. I’ve been surrounded by boys as long as I can remember. It feels special that she’s brought it for me, and I’m touched that Gray thought to ask.
I shrug off the horrible green jacket and put on Carrie’s. It’s ridiculous and nothing like the kind of thing I would usually wear, but I’m more grateful than I can say.
