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Well, they could find out now.
I leave the bags in the backseat and get to my desk just as my lunch hour is over.
Amber waves to me as she slides into her desk a minute late. I wave back, and then Josh shows up with coffees, passing them out.
The afternoon gets lost in work. I’m not quite as busy as I was that morning, but it’s still a pretty big caseload. The coffee is a much-needed pick-me-up.
The phone rings halfway through the last brief of the day. Josh answers it, and his eyes snap towards me.
“Got it,” he says before hanging up. “Someone’sin trouble.”
“What’s that?” Amber immediately spins in her chair.
“That was Piper, David Donovan’s assistant. And he wants to talk to you, Laura.”
They stare at me.
I wonder if the floor is capable of opening up to swallow me.
“I… didn’t do anything!” I defend myself.
“Well,” Josh hums. “You gotta go to his office.”
“Good luck, Laura!” Amber whispers as I stand up.
My legs are shaky as I make my way through the building to his office.
Alice’s words ring in my ears. I can hear her needling but well-intended voice with every heavy step.
Wouldit be so bad? Maybe it would clear the air at work if we weren’t thinking about it.
Not thathe’sthinking about it.
Not that I’m thinking about it!
Not that I want him to be thinking about it!
Not that?—
Before I can wind myself into a deeper knot, I’m at David’s door.
Not David,I scold myself.
“Mr. Donovan” somehow sounds equally as sexy and inappropriate. Jesus.
I knock on the door. Piper lets me in before offering a friendly smile and stepping out.
I relax a little. He’s unlikely to be firing me if Piper is smiling, right?
“Miss James,” Mr. Donovan greets me with a cold expression. It makes my heart beat faster.
“Hello, sir.” I land on sir, thinking it’s the most neutral, but then his eyes flash and my gut clenches and I think it’s somehow much worse.
“Have a seat.”
I walk quickly to the plush chair sitting opposite his desk. I fold my hands in my lap and try to look like I wasn’t just thinking about having sex with him.
Mr. Donovan’s eyes glance over me, like he’s looking for evidence. Evidence of what, I can’t imagine.
