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He doesn’t need to be sorry. He needs to talk to me. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you have a job to do?” he asks.
Fucker. If he knew what being kept in the dark does to me internally, he’d tell me everything right this second. But I have to play the strong one right now. “Can I see you in the morning?”
He scowls at me. “You fucking better.”
I don’t want to kiss him again because I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop, but in the end, I can’t help myself. And it does last an excessively long time. He’s the one who has to stop me.
With his hand on my chest, he returns my hungry gaze. “Ready to quit this job yet?”
“Asshole.”
He smirks. “I love the way you keep calling me that. Like my asshole is the only thing on your mind.”
I wish. But I do think about it a lot.
I hand him his shirt, and I grab mine from the floor, too. I let him fix my hair and then I smuggle him into the service elevator.
Matthew stands when I reappear. “My turn. Dairy, am I right?”
For the second time tonight, I laugh.
45
OLIVIER
Ishriek when I open my eyes and find Elodie in a tiny little nightie at the foot of my bed. With my hand over my pounding heart, I fight to regain my breath. “What are you doing up here?”
“I need to talk to you about something.”
“Put some clothes on. What time is it?” AKA, where’s Drew?
“Six forty-five. I couldn’t sleep. I need to talk about this—it might be a big deal.”
“Fine. Can I get some coffee first, and you cover yourself up?”
She sighs heavily. “God, you’re such a prude.”
Yeah. I’m a prude. My asshole would beg to differ.
I groan as I sit up, but as sore as I am, I love it. Drew’s unhinged lust last night was the perfect antidote to the phone call with my mother. My legs ache, too, from all the walking. Also, I’m starving.
Once I’m dressed and on my way downstairs, I’ve got several bagel sandwiches on the way.
Elodie has added a robe to her ensemble, and while it’s hanging open and showing way too much skin, she technically complied with my request. She’s popping a pod in the espresso machine and lights up when she sees me.
“So, this might sound kind of crazy, and it’s up to you if you want to be involved, but if you decide you do, this could be the thing that fixes everything.”
I set down another mug to signify I want caffeine, too. “You found out about the lottery, didn’t you?”
“It feels a little like the lottery, but no. Remember Drew’s girlfriend Jericho?”
“Ex-girlfriend,” I snap.
“Jeez, all right. But you remember her, right? The bitchy book editor?”
I stare longingly at the slow-filling coffee mug and also at the clock on the stove. 6:54. “I absolutely remember her, yes.”
