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“He’s a prick. Shit, I’m so sorry, Lauren.” My shoulders droop in defeat. He seriously just blanked me.
“What’s going on?” Felicity mutters impatiently.
“Lauren has a headache,” Amberley’s lie is swift. “She’s just going to grab some pain meds. She needs to be careful after her concussion.”
“Concussion?” Felicity frowns.
“Yes, the other week when I left, I was concussed,” I remind her.
“Oh, right, yes, hurry back.” With that, she twists and returns to her duties.
Amberley pushes me back to the staff room and whirls on me as soon as the door closes. “I’m shoving laxatives in his fucking drink!”
“No, don’t.” My laugh is strained. “I’m just in shock. He went from disliking me—”
“He never disliked you,” my friend interrupts.
Ignoring her, I carry on, “—to completely doting on me. Honestly, Amberley, he treated me like a princess. Our chemistry was off the charts. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other,” I admit, sniffling. She hands me a tissue, and I wipe my eyes and nose. “What the hell was that?” My hand wafts towards the door. “I expected him to be standoffish. Polite, but not that. Never that.”
“He’s a prick,” she rationalises.
“A massive cacti,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I shrug, looking at her with a watery smile. “I’m an idiot.”
“No,” she says passionately. “He is a ‘see you next Tuesday,’ the biggest one ever.”
“God, I feel so used,” I choke, my neck heating as I remember how easily he dismissed me out there.
“Take a few minutes and come and meet me out front. If you don’t want to stay, I’ll tell Felicity you went home.”
“I won’t give him the satisfaction,” I say abruptly. “I just need a few.”
She pecks my cheek and hands me another tissue before leaving me with my thoughts in the staff room.
I’m only alone for a few tense minutes before she barrels back in. “He’s leaving,” she tells me.
“Oh, okay, good.” I sigh with relief.
“Noleaving. He is flying out tomorrow. He’s leaving and returning to his New York office now that the CI has been set up. I fucking hate him. I hope a nest of ants takes up residence in his fucking penthouse,” she seethes.
No wonder he wanted a weekend with me—he didn’t plan on seeing me again.
Shaking my head, I slump down on one of the chairs.
It shouldn’t hurt, but it does.
I keep trying to remind myself that we agreed to a weekend. That’s all that it was, but my heart objects, and I bite my lip.
“Shit, are you falling for him?” Amberley whispers, walking hurriedly to me. I shake my head, but a small part of me, deep inside, laughs darkly.
“It was just sex,” I croak.
“Lauren, you and I both know there was more to it than that. He let you sleep in his room here. It’s no surprise your feelings are all in a jumble.”
“I need to clock on.”
