When everything looked exactly the same, I checked both calendars, his whore one and his work one. Neither said anything about a meeting with Nadia, plus it was Thursday! Did the woman not know her place? Her designated day?
Then again, even if I had a day, I’d want more time.
Maybe that’s what this was about, a friendly negotiation during which she would beg for more time.
Not that that was an acceptable explanation, since it still meant they’d be seeing each other.
I groaned and pressed my forehead against the keyboard of my computer, praying for the phone to ring so I had an excuse to interrupt their meeting.
An hour later the door finally opened. Thank God, I’d been minutes away from pulling the fire alarm.
Nadia’s eyes locked on mine. At least I had the good sense to roll my chair far away from the door as she glared at me and then turned around and planted a horrible, nasty, openmouthed kiss on Lucas’s lips.
He didn’t grab her.
But he also didn’t push her away.
“Good-bye, Lucas Thorn.” She arched a brow at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Maybe it made me a bad person—but I may have prayed that the elevator would break and send her and her giant boobs careening headfirst into the lobby. I smiled at the thought.
“Sorry.” Lucas sounded exhausted.
My heart wasn’t prepared to see lipstick on his mouth. I’d seen the kiss, but the lipstick? The remnant of what they shared? My brain didn’t know how to process what just happened, even though it wanted to. Because if I could justify it, then everything would be okay. We could move forward, carry on, skip into the sunset, and have a picnic.
But he was wearing her lipstick.
And she’d been in his office for over an hour.
And he looked guilty.
I knew that look.
It used to haunt me.
The last time I saw that look he was stumbling out of bed with the wrong Black sister.
Thank God the phone rang. I knocked over the receiver in an attempt to grab it, then fumbled with it against my ear and said, “Lucas Thorn’s office. How can I help you?”
“Hi, this is Molly. Can I please speak to Lucas Thorn?”
And the hits just keep on coming.
I clenched my teeth. “Just one minute.”
I slammed the receiver onto the desk twice before sweetly calling over my shoulder. “It’s your Monday.”
“I’ll call her back.” Lucas wiped the lipstick from his mouth with the back of his hand.
I held out the phone to him, but he shook his head.
With a sigh, I hung up without an explanation.
“Avery!” he yelled. “What the hell? You can’t just hang up on people!”
“Just did,” I fired back. “Now, is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Thorn, or can I get back to work?”
“Don’t”—he shook his head—“nothing happened.”
“Whatever you say. I just work here.”
“Avery Bug—”
“Not now. I can’t do this here. Remember, I need this internship.”
Lucas swore, turned on his heel, and slammed his office door. I flinched when the blinds were aggressively pulled up so I could see directly into his office.
But I wasn’t sure if what I saw should make me feel better or worse.
One of his office chairs appeared to have been knocked over, and papers were strewn everywhere.
It would be a nightmare to clean up.
I smiled and decided to enjoy imagining Lucas Thorn on his hands and knees, cleaning up the consequences of his sin.
I ignored him all day.
And learned one thing.
Lucas Thorn was not easy to ignore. Not easy at all. I never realized how much of a presence he had, until I was trying not to notice.
He smelled nice too. He wore only enough cologne to give you a little bit of a tease, which of course made you want to lean in more and take another good sniff.
Oh good, so now I was daydreaming about sniffing him. That was not healthy for my sanity, not at all.
I think the worst part of the day, so far, was that it was just lunchtime. I couldn’t escape—I was at my desk, after all—and the bastard ordered Thai food, then proceeded to eat it in the lobby.
Directly across from me.
As slowly as humanly possible.
While licking his lips with that . . . tongue.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Nope.” My stomach growled in protest. The heart might want what it wants, but the stomach? It wanted Thai food, and it was completely willing to tell the heart to shut the hell up so it could get fed.
“You sure?” The man just wouldn’t leave it alone!
“I’ve got a protein bar.” My stomach growled in irritation. Chill, stomach. I’m not exactly thrilled about the chewy concoction I found in my desk either.
“Because I ordered extra.”
Stand your ground, Avery! You will not fall to his charms again because of food.
“Hey, you like peanut sauce, don’t you?”
I jerked to attention, and my eyes widened, mouth watering. “Nope.”
“Oh, because I’m just going to throw it out, so—”
“No!” I wailed and charged toward him, ready to save the peanut sauce and sacrifice my body if necessary.
I tripped over my own feet, stumbled against the chair, and barely grabbed the peanut sauce from his hands before he dropped it into the trash can.
“Someone should hold out a piece of bacon and time your sprints,” he joked.