She turned back and cleared her throat. “Oh, right. I was wondering what you wanted me to do about that woman that comes in almost every day and doesn’t buy anything? She’s been coming in for a while now. She’s not bothering anyone, but?—”
“Her name is Daisy, and she’s deaf. If she’s not bothering anyone, then what harm is she doing? Is she bothering you?” I knew the answer to that already. The number of times I caught Kaia looking in the same direction as the woman was outrageous.
“No, not at all! I was just trying to be helpful. I feel bad that she’s always alone. I could go talk to her if you need me to. I know sign language. Not that I would know if she does or anything. I don’t know anything about her. I?—”
“She’s fine. But if you want an excuse to talk to her, just make one up.” I grinned when her cheeks turned red. “If there’s nothing else, I’m heading home.” I needed to get home fast to finish what Blair and I had started minutes ago.
She shook her head, trying to hide the blush creeping its way up her neck. She was never good at hiding her emotions. “No, that was all. I got it covered, have a good night.”
I chuckled. “Goodnight, and Kaia? Go talk to her. She probably just needs a friend.”
She smiled and walked away.
Chapter Seventeen
Blair
“Bend over and take a deep breath,”the yoga instructor said in a soothing tone. I had to squeeze my mouth shut to keep from making a sound that could’ve gotten me kicked out.
I needed to get a hold of whatever was happening to me. It was like every time I was around Drea, I either wanted to slap her or rip her clothes off. She was insufferable, but anytime she kissed or touched me, I lost control.
It wasn’t like I was deprived of pleasure. I had an array of toys that got the job done, and I supposed I had options if I really wanted them. It was just… I didn’t want anyone. I wanted her, and the thought made me want to punch my stupid horny vagina.
Those warm chocolate-brown eyes. Her small, yet still perfectly sized chest. That damn piercing below her plump suckable lips…
I cleared my throat and squeezed my thighs together. This yoga class was not helping me relax. I needed to get my mind off of her, but it was impossible.
The universe kept throwing us alone together like it wanted bad things to happen. Really filthy but, if I had to guess, extremely pleasurable bad things.Enough! I hate Drea Voss. I hate Drea Voss. I HATE DREA VOSS!
I forced my thoughts to go elsewhere. To think about our first meeting together and about all of the times she made my life so infuriatingly difficult. About how rude, pig-headed, and unprofessional she was.
There, that was better. I was starting to get annoyed, and I would take that over lusting after her any day of the week.
After my yoga class, I had a meeting with Cara. We called it a business lunch for tax purposes, but it was really a girls lunch. Even though we were colleagues, we were friends first.
Today, we were meeting at The LunchBox. I was excited to spend some time with her, without Drea, and catch up on life outside of work.
“Why do you always look so good?” I asked as I saw her approaching.
She laughed and threw her arms around me. “Stop, you flatter me. But please, keep going. You look stunning, too, doll.”
I wasn’t as put together as she was. While she looked flawless in a navy-blue form-fitting dress with black heels and her blonde hair in a high ponytail, with ruby-red lipstick, I was wearing a plain black dress and black flats.
Still, I blushed and sat down. The waitress came, and we ordered lemon waters while glancing over the menu.
“I’m so glad to have this time with you. I feel like it’s been nothing but work for the past few weeks, so it’s nice to take a break from it.” She smiled and took a sip of her water.
I nodded, mirroring the gesture. “I agree. I love my job, but I needed a little break.”
“We both do! You and Drea aren’t my only clients giving me a hard time. Two others are being extremely difficult. I have a few other authors releasing books around the same time, so it’s been a challenge scheduling them without the signings colliding with each other.” She groaned, and I felt bad for her. She worked really hard to build her business up from the ground, and she still took it just as seriously as she did in the beginning.
“Excuse me?” I scoffed. “I am not difficult!” She gave me a look that said she disagreed with that statement. “Okay, so maybe sometimes. I just know what I like! But I’m your favorite client and you know it!”
She laughed. “That you are! So, besides the signing, how are things going?”
“They are fine. I’m finishing up this next book and planning a new series, and I just spoke to my brother not that long ago. We’re planning a trip to see our parents on their anniversary.”
Her smile fell. “It’s coming up already? What’s it been, eight years now?”
