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“Only when my feet hurt to walk. I’ll take them up, then take my lunch break.” She tilted her head, glancing at his watch. “You have that phone meeting in a few minutes. You better get back to your desk.”
“Yes, Ms. Stileano. Thank you for reminding me.” He turned to leave, then glanced back at her with a morose expression. “You should wear different shoes, so your feet don’t hurt. I didn’t realize it. I’ve made you come back here a lot this week. I apologize.”
“I’ll survive. I’ve survived a lot worse. Trust me.”
She watched as his face flushed with a variety of emotions. She thought for a minute he was going to say more. But he didn’t. He gave a slight nod of his head and started to walk away.
“Mr. Holloway?”
He turned around, advancing at her with quick footsteps. She thought she saw excitement on his face. “Yes, Ms. Stileano.”
She glanced at his hands, where he gripped the thick file. “I need the file.”
He glanced at his hand, lifting the file. “Right. Here you go. Thank you.” He handed her the file and walked out of the room.
She leaned against the drawer, almost falling in the process when the drawer slammed closed, making her lose her balance.
Well, he asked nicely. In fact, in the last few days, he had been more polite than when he first hired her. It hadn’t taken him long to get with the program. She didn’t bend over backward for assholes.
Boy, she’d miss him.
Best not to think about it.
She walked to the elevators, eager to get this task over with. She needed her lunch break. Now! She needed to form the perfect words in her head for when she would tell him she was quitting. They had to be perfect. She could already see the devastation that would mark his face.
She slammed the file to her chest, wrapping her arms around it. She couldn’t believe she wanted to kiss him back in the file room. What was wrong with her? Maybe she was lacking some serious sex. It had been a few good months since she had a nice lovely romp between the sheets. Greg. He had been nice. A little duller than she liked, but overall, nice.
She should call him again and see if she missed the spark that was there. She just hadn’t been paying attention. There had to have been a spark. Because she was definitely not feeling a spark with Mr. Holloway. No way. No sir-ee she wasn’t.
She stepped off the elevator, almost tripping on her feet again.
Nothing like her own clumsiness to tell her the truth. Of course, she felt a spark with him. Every time his eyes glossed her way, a rare smile touched his face, or even the super rare moments when he laid a hand on her. Those tiny, electrifying sparks shot throughout her body like the Fourth of July.
She needed sex, all right. And she needed it with Mr. Holloway. Which meant she needed to quit as soon as possible. No sex would be had.
She walked the few small steps from the elevator to the big counter several feet away.
“I need to bring these files to Mr. Holloway. They’re from…Mr. Holloway, two floors down,” she said awkwardly to the receptionist. That sounded silly coming out of her mouth.
“He’s in his office. Give them to his secretary. His office is through the set of doors at the end.”
Gabby thanked the young woman and made her way down yet another long hallway. She was throwing away these heels when she got home tonight. Hell, she might even grab a metal trash can and burn them in a flaming ceremony in the alley behind her apartment building.
She pulled open the big double doors and stepped into a room that looked like her desk area, but much bigger. Much, much bigger.
Not that she was jealous. She liked her workspace.
A desk sat near another set of double doors, several plush couches and end tables next to each couch with various magazines covering them. The walls also had more great works of art. But unlike finding meaning in the ones that hung in her domain, she found these a bit more plain in comparison. A picture of a bird, not even that pretty. A picture of the moon. That’s it—just the moon. But there was no depth to it. Boring. Like the pictures surrounding her that had wonderful images of buildings, this room held nothing of the sort. She thought it should, especially since that’s what they did here. They were architects. Strange.
Besides that, the room was empty. No secretary. She saw his door, slightly ajar, and low murmurs of voices coming through. She walked to the door and pushed it open without listening to what was being said. She should have. She really, really should have.
“Oh, Champ. Yes, Champ, right there,” a blonde woman moaned as she lay half-naked on his desk, his round ass glaring in Gabby’s face.
“Champ? You’re Champ? So, you are cheating on Mia, you dirty, rotten bastard,” Gabby said with disgust.
His head whipped around. “Who the hell are you?”
“Your worst nightmare, pal.” She sneered at him with the best one she could manage without running full speed in his direction to pummel his face into the ground.
