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A huge smile broke out over my face. “That’s my girl and that works.” Kissing her on the lips, I added, I’ll meet you at your place.”
Rushing out of her office, I pulled out my phone and made one phone call. My girl was clearing her day for me, so I was going to do something for her.
“ARE YOU OKAY?”
My head turned to see a woman my age dressed in a pantsuit staring at me.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You look flushed. Just making sure you’re okay. Do you need some water or anything?”
Smiling, I felt my cheeks blush. I couldn’t tell her I was daydreaming about Tucker doing naughty things to me.
“I’m fine. Thinking of my fiancé whom I’m about to meet.”
Her face morphed into a wide grin. “Playing hooky, huh?”
I laughed. “Yes, something like that.”
Her brows lifted. “Better not let the boss find out. I’m sneaking down to Starbucks for an afternoon treat since mine is in a budget meeting.”
Tilting my head, I studied her. This girl had no clue who I was. The building CMI occupied ten floors, so she had to know I worked here. She got on the elevator on the seventeenth floor, and I was coming down from the upper floors, which were all CMI.
From the floor she just entered the elevator on, I knew she either worked in accounting or human resources when I asked, “What department do you work in?”
“Accounting. I’m a numbers kind of girl, but I’m only an administrative assistant right now. My boss is a dumbass and thinks that because I’m young, I don’t have the know-how to do the job, even though I do most of his work. I’ve been passed over for three promotions.”
She frowned and mumbled something under her breath that sounded a hell of a lot like fucker.
“Why have you been passed up?”
Looking around the elevator as if anyone else was with us, she replied, “I think it’s because he has the hots for me and wants to keep me at his beck and call.” She shuddered as if the idea of him made her ill.
“Really?” I asked, my curiosity and anger even more piqued. I needed to find out who in the hell this jerk face was and nip this shit in the bud.
With a small shrug, she said, “Yeah, I’ve caught him more than once checking out my ass. Jerk. Do you get that problem too? Guys eyeing you up like you’re a piece of meat? Last guy who tried to touch me got a knee in the groin.”
“Good for you,” I said, giving her a high five and chuckling.
“What about you? What area do you work in?” she asked, the sweetest smile on her face. I liked this girl. I liked her a lot.
“I work on the top floor. The name is Charleston Monroe,” I stated, extending my hand to the now shocked woman.
She knew who I was by my name.
Reaching for my hand, she mumbled, “Oh. Shit.”
Her face turned ten shades of red before she finally spoke. “Lacy Stark. Please, please ignore everything I said.”
She spun on her heels and faced the elevator doors. Pulling out my phone, I sent Tucker a quick text.
Me: Leaving, but need to handle one thing. Won’t take more than five minutes.
Putting my phone in my purse, I faced her.
“Let’s grab a coffee and talk a bit more, Lacy.”
Her face looked like someone had just told her that her favorite dog was dead. “I’m getting fired, aren’t I?”
