I grab a folder off the desk and hold it against my chest like that’ll somehow save me. “Okay, maybe a little.”
Jules drops his head back dramatically toward the ceiling. “I have failed you as a friend.”
I snort and shove a stack of papers away from me. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you spent the night with hottie Russian mafia man.”
I roll my eyes. “You make him sound like a supervillain.”
Jules points at me immediately. “Mmhmm. Notice how you danced right around denyin’ it.”
I throw a pen at him.
He snatches it out of the air one-handed with an offended gasp.
“Again, violence in the workplace.”
“You earned it,” I tease.
“Oh, absolutely not.” Jules leans forward across the desk, his eyes sparkling with nosy excitement. “We are not skippin’ over the good parts.”
I already know where this is headed. I chew on my bottom lip.
Jules’s jaw drops. “Maggie Hayes.”
“Boy, hush.” I shove both hands over my face. “Can we not do this at eight in the mornin’?”
“You slept with him. And youlikedit.”
“Keep your voice down.”
Jules immediately lowers his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “You slept with him.”
A laugh bursts out of me so hard my shoulders shake.
Jules points at me triumphantly. “There it is.”
I drag both hands through my damp hair adjusting the clip. “It just…”
I lose my words. All I can think about is Alexei’s hands on me, and his rough voice by my ear.
Lord.
Jules watches my entire internal spiral happen in real time. His eyebrows climb nearly into his hairline.
“It was that good?!” he whisper screams.
I purse my lips without answering.
“Oh, honey,” Jules says with fake sympathy. “You’re down bad.”
“I hate that phrase.”
“But am I wrong?” he insists.
I peek at him from under my lashes. “No.”
Jules drops back into his chair and folds his arms like he’s preparing for serious investigative journalism. “All right then. I need details.”
