The revenge.
My brain short-circuits, zeroing in on the only possibility here. The only need here. I want her mouth.
The door behind me opens, and we jerk apart.
Cal frowns. “You didn’t make it far. Please go kill each other somewhere else.” He strolls away, shaking his head.
Roxy bolts down the hallway in the opposite direction.
I watch her go.
Her bun bouncing.
Her walk furious.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I can’t afford to lose control.
Chapter 7
Roxy
What is wrong with me?
My lips still tingle. I wanted him to kiss me. I actually wanted to make out with him. At my place of work, no less.
With a man who is threatening my future here. What happened to me at that sex club? The aphrodisiac I inhaled there hasn’t washed out of my system. My pulse is still too loud.
I march to my office and shut the door, leaning against it. My eyes close on a deep sigh.
What is it about the man? Maybe it’s that indifferent timbre of his voice that reminds me of Romeo.
Detached. Unreadable. Impossible to ignore.
Not that I should be relishing anything Romeo-related. Fuck that. It was a one-night stand, and I’m not having it floodmy real life.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Crossing the room, I lower myself into my seat and open the tablet to review the notes from my meeting with Cal.
Work will help me regain my equilibrium. Spreadsheets don’t kick back.
Two hours later, with the list of tasks jotted down, I open my calendar to schedule meetings for tomorrow with the analysts’ team and the legal department.
What?I lean closer. Why are they booked for the whole day? They are busy, but not this busy. I pick up the phone.
“Amir, hi, I see your calendar is fully booked for tomorrow. Do you have a team meeting I don’t know about?” I sit up straighter.
“Hey, Roxy, Liam Stone booked us for two days straight to work on something important for Cal.”
Motherfucker.
I tap my fingernails on the desk.Think, Roxy. He moves fast. You move smarter.
“When did he do that?” I chew on my lip.
