I was so wrecked he had to clean me up and fix my clothes until I looked halfway presentable. I made him walk down the aisle first, but not fast enough to miss Garrett’s smirk before I sank into the window seat.
Laurent sat down as if he didn’t have me smeared all over him. He picked up his phone and started typing. I winced, thinking of Evelyn and Allison, probably frothing at the mouth waiting for gossip. I considered fabricating a version of events that didn’t involve sleeping with my boss, but repeating a lie consistently, with my current mental state, was risky.
Bribery was out of the question—I wasn’t touching my savings.
I glared at Laurent, slumping back in my seat and crossing my arms, pouring every ounce of animosity into the look. He eventually glanced up and raised an eyebrow.
“Do I need to take you to the bathroom again?”
My neck tingled, and I almost touched where he’d held me.
“No,” I muttered, turning to the window. “Easy for you—you’re not the one who has to face the gossip when we’re back at work.”
“I’m not the one who goes around breast-smushing my colleagues,” he said abruptly.
My head snapped toward him, but his eyes were still on his phone.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I did, but—breast-smushing?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Care to clarify?”
“No.”
My shoulders sagged. It was easier to go along with the chaos.
But what the fuck was breast-smushing?
?? ?? ??
Garrett didn’t see me to the door. When I got out of the car, Laurent followed and retrieved my suitcase.
“Seven a.m. In my office,” he said, opening the door and handing me the case.
“I’ll think about it,” I said, taking the handle and rolling it inside.
Surprisingly, he didn’t say a word.
I hadn’t even reached my apartment door before his message came through—a video attachment.
7 a.m.
Chapter 17
Laurent
“You’re going in awfully early this morning,” Garrett said as I climbed into the car.
“I’ve got work to catch up on.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The engine started, and silence settled — the kind that wasn’t quite comfortable.
