Page 29 of Slow Burn

Georgia still didn’t peek at him but called over her shoulder, “Follow me.”

And like some lovesick puppy, he did until they stood in her small office. She shuffled through one of the drawers until she pulled out a red folder. With a huff, she slapped the folder on the desk.

“Is this for me?” Elijah broke the silence.

Sassily, she crossed her arms. “Yes. I made sure to put all the information the fire station needed in a red folder so it would be easy to remember. Red for fire, you know?”

“Clever.”

“One of us has to be.”

Her phone vibrated. She took it out of her pocket and read the message. Elijah wanted to hate whoever texted her and earned a grin, but he didn’t. She typed back, all smiles, and it was driving him crazy.

“Who are you texting?” Elijah had no right to ask because it was none of his business. But her smile provoked him.

She slipped her phone back in her pocket. “Adam, my date for tomorrow.”

A date?

The folder dropped from his hand, and paper fluttered to the ground.

It’s been a week since he made her orgasm, and she already had another man lined up. His dick was almost raw from how many times he’d jerked off to his memory of her crying out his name while he licked her through her orgasm, and she was ready to give it up to someone else.

This was fucking bullshit.

Georgia sauntered around the desk and picked up the folder with the paperwork off the floor. She smirked as she handed him the folder. “You can check everything in there, but Nash told me what the station requested.”

“Who the hell are you going on a date with?” He snatched the folder from her.

“Adam Loughlin,” she said as if she was bored while she checked her manicure. “Please feel free to call the office if you need anything additional. I highlighted all the changes, so it was easily digestible.”

This was all sorts of fucked up, and it had nothing to do with her attention to detail.

Why the fuck was she going out with Adam Loughlin?

She hoisted herself on the desk. “Oh, I also gave a bulleted summary of all of the construction completed, along with the city permit numbers which coincided with the approved work. Do you need me to give you a different breakdown?”

“No, I’m not fucking illiterate.”

Her phone vibrated again, and she read a message with a laugh.

Elijah was sure his limited tolerance was about to explode. “What’s so funny?”

“Just the girls giving me some advice for tonight,” Georgia answered with a flick of her wrist.

“Why do you need advice? Have you never been on a date?” He heard the edge in his tone as he clutched the stupid red folder.

She gave him a pointed look. “You are well aware of something I have not done on a date.”

No. Fucking. Way.

Elijah shut her door with surprising ease even though he wanted to slam everything around him. He was fuming.

“I said no to fucking you, so now you’re hopping off to the next guy?” Elijah growled his words.

“I doubt I’ll be able to hop in the heels I plan on wearing tonight.”

He dragged his hand down his face. “Adam is an asshole.”