I don't give a shit about HR or any of that crap. I'm selling the company back once I have sorted things out. This isn't my life at all, and the longer I spend in this position, the more I know it.
But I have been undercover before. Not that this is undercover, per se.
I shove the cascading thoughts aside. "What is up? What kind of favor?"
Lola comes over and stands behind the chair opposite the desk, plucking at the top of the leather. "I have been looking into the rift between your dad and mine, but I'm not getting anywhere."
"Maybe leave things where they are?"
She glares at me. "I get it. Dad is dead. But...I know it weighed on him. And I...I guess I just want to know what happened. That was the start of the end of everything. And you can say what you want, Enzo, but it was. When it happened, others turned from Dad, and he made some bad decisions, and...and he died. I just...I just want to understand."
Fuck me.
"Okay. I will help."
The thing is, I'm not telling her about my mother and whatever happened there or with Lyndall's mother. She was also like a mother to me, too. And...and I'm not sure how to accept it.
An affair?
Fuck, possibly two affairs? I just...
Nope, not fucking ready. Because it means there is blame to go around to all the parents, and shit...I'm not sure how Lola would even take it.
I don't want to push her away. And just spouting that crap without much evidence looks like sour grapes.
Besides, her life is under threat from only God knows who.
I need to keep her close, and I need to find out who and why. This is just side crap.
"Thanks. It means a lot." She still stands there.
"Did you mean now? Because it will take a little time."
Her hand jumps to her chest. "What? No! No. I... Thank you, that's all."
She is looking at me with something that looks like longing and lust on her face, and I stare right back, making her cheeks turn a pretty pink.
Her eyes drop to the ground, and I bite back a grin. "Was there something else you wanted?"
She doesn't answer, and I sit back in my chair and study her.
"Out with it. What are you thinking about right now?"
"Kissing you."
I stare at her, possibly open-mouthed.
She squeezes her eyes shut. "I mean, I was thinking about the other night. You looked at me like..."
"Like what, Lola?"
"Like you wanted to kiss me."
I rise slowly, and her pretty green eyes widen.
"So, what are you saying, Lola?" I walk around my desk to her. "That you want to kiss me?"
"Ye—no. No. No. I don't know. I mean, I thought, but it didn't. You know? And then maybe it was in my mind? But..."
