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I makea quick stop at my house to change and I decide to dress my mood. Pissed off. with a black palazzo pants and a white chiffon blouse with white heels to match.
There isn’t time to straighten my hair so I just blow dry it and wrap it in a bun on top my head, a few tendrils however make it out of the bun.
I can’t stop thinking of the whole fight with Holden, what the hell?
I know that I was not completely innocent in this but I had not done anything wrong, my relationship with Luca had been professional. Except those few times we crossed the line, but those don’t count because nothing happened.
Ah who was I kidding?
My relationship with Luca had not just crossed the line, it had obliterated it, wiped it off the ground completely.
The near kiss, the prolonged eye contact, the comment last night in his office, how turned on I get just from looking at me?
But the point was still that I hadn’t done anything that would warrant this kind of behavior from Holden. And even if I did, it still would not have given him the right to basically call me a whore. Which he did by implying I’d slept with Luca.
But this wholething made me double sure that they’re relationshi was not rosy, it was bad enough that he would get so riled up and assume that I was sleeping with his brother. Had Luca slept with someone Holden was seeing before? Is that what Holden had been projecting on me?
I immediately dismiss the idea because I know that Luca would never do that. It was beneath him and with a face and body like that he could get any girl he wanted, why would he try to take his brothers girl?
This whole thing was messy and complicated, not the kind of mess I wanted when I moved to this town. I you with the idea of asking Luca what the deal was between them but immediately perish the idea, that would be taking things with Luca to a whole new level of personal and I don’t think it would be mt place to ask him if he had ever slept with his brother’s girlfriend.
Is it just me or does this whole thing sound so high school?
I applymy red lipsticks and wing my eyes to near perfection because really, can anybody achieve perfection with the eyeliner? But it was still pretty impressive.
I check the time, shit. Just 10 minutes before I’m officially late to work.
I run out of the house and into my car and make the ten minutes drive to the building.
I run in and I see an elevator about to close.
“Hold it please, hold the elevator!” I scream running as best as I can in this heels without falling and breaking my neck and thankfully I make it just before it slams shut.
I’m sure I looked psycho to everyone who witnessed the scene just now but I honestly do not have it in me to care right now. I ride the elevator to my floor and then remember that it’s going to be a good day, we have a new suspect and himopefully this one turns out to be more than just a disgruntled son seeking revenge on his mother.
ChapterFifteen
Luca is already in his office by the time I arrive, of course he is. I drop my bag, coat and phone ag my desk before I go to his office, knocking softly I open the door.
“Good morning” I say as I shut it.
“You’re late.” He says and unlike the first time he said it to me and I nearly peed in my pants, I just nod.
“I know and I’m sorry, I had a weird morning.”
He takes in my appearance, Slowly.
Beginning from my hair to my shoes, I squirm under his appraising look because I cannot read the look in his eyes. Does he not like what he sees?
“You should sit down.” He says and I nod.
“Do you need a little time to yourself?” He asks and I shake my head.
“No, it’s alright.”
“Do you want to talk about this weird morning you had?” He asks again and if the situation had been different, I might have laughed out loud. Sure Luca, let’s talk about it, where do I begin? Oh, let’s start from the night I had, having great, really great sex with Holden who just happens to be your brother, plot twist, I kept thinking about you during the sex, imagining it was you with me and not him, oh no, it doesn’t end there, fast forward to this morning when your psycho brother reads my text without my permission and goes into a frenzy accusing me of whoring around with you. Did I mention that he knows or suspects that something happened or would have happened that night last week? Yeah, he threw that one in my face too. By the way, I really think you and your brother need to see a shrink, talk about your past and deal with whatever this thing that is that is going on. I can’t say any of that now can I? So instead I shake my head and smile.
“It’s fine, it’ll work itself out.” Hopefully.
