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“And you said what, Lori?”
A door above us opens and crashes shut. Lori shoves out of my arms as footsteps trample downward toward us. Lori heads for the door, and I quickly follow on her heels a moment after she exits to the elevator bank, and if I think she will run, I’m wrong. She whirls on me and pokes my chest.
“I told her that I’m staying with you. You need me, Cole. You have no staff and I won’t let you down or betray you. But Cat was right. This isn’t going away and I need to deal with that and you.”
“And how exactly do you plan on dealing with me, Lori?”
“I’m going to go home with you, fuck you, not you me, and get this out of my system and yours. Then Monday morning, I’m going to do my job, get my degree, and start my career.” She turns and starts to walk away.
I let her, because a) her ass is about as perfect a view in those sweatpants as any man could hope for, and b) I know what she knows but won’t admit yet. I do need her and not just professionally. Outside of my new role as her boss, I have wanted her so damn long at this point that I have a deep need for her I cannot escape, and I’m not alone. She needs me, too, and tonight, in between orgasms, I’m going to make her say it.
Chapter twenty-six
Lori
Tonight has to happen.
With those words playing in my mind, and the taste of Cole on my lips, I pause outside Cat and Reese’s apartment to validate the decision I just made to give us one more night. We need this. Cole and I both need closure, and I don’t believe that can happen in an office or a stairwell. We need to be alone. We need to fuck each other senseless and then talk, in that order, because words are not going to mean anything until we get the edge off. And I’m not going to mean anything I say to him, not until I stop melting every time he touches me. Lust is distracting us both and the truth is: Cole was right when he said we needed closure. I left him in that hotel room. We came face to face again as boss and employee and we’re reacting to those facts, not dealing with them. And dealing with them is control.
Feeling good about my decision, I take it upon myself to open the door to Cat and Reese’s apartment, and it’s as if Cat is waiting to pounce on me. The minute I enter the foyer, she is there, and she’s changed into dark blue jeans and a dark blue silk blouse. “We need to go if we’re going to make that interview,” she says as I’m shutting the door. “As it is,” she continues, “we have to take the subway to have any chance of being on time.” She motions me forward. “Go change into something in my closet. I don’t care what. You know your way.”
I don’t argue. This interview is a big deal for her and I can’t accompany her in sweats. I hurry around the corner and up the stairs toward the master bedroom where Cat and I have had more than a few work sessions in cozy chairs. Ten minutes later, I’m in black jeans, a black lace blouse, and Cat’s ankle boots. Another fifteen minutes later, and we step onto an empty subway car.
With plenty of seating options, I point to the end where I can see what is coming at us. The car starts to move. “I was thinking about you and Cole,” Cat announces.
I twist around to face her. “Why are you thinking about me and Cole?”
“Oh I don’t know. You went to talk and you two didn’t choose the living room, den, office or anywhere in the apartment. You went outside, and you came back red-faced with swollen lips.”
I inhale and face forward. “We had a heated debate.”
She laughs. “I could tell.”
I smirk in her direction. “Don’t be funny.”
“I can’t help myself,” she says, “but jokes aside, I wanted to say something to you when you were captive and had to listen.”
I laugh. “That is so you.”
She grins. “It is, isn’t it?” She rotates to face me. “First, just as a side note that I didn’t mention this morning. Because I consult at the firm I know that the company policy allows for inter-office dating. Read your handbook, the procedures are inside.”
“Cole and I are not dating.”
“Back to what I was thinking about you and Cole. You met and you walked away from him, but he came back to you.”
“As my boss.”
“That’s not the point. You found each other again. I think that’s pretty incredible.”
Twice, I think. He came back to me twice, but I don’t say that to her. “It’s just so complicated and confusing, Cat.”
“I know,” she says, taking my hand. “I get that a lot has happened that you couldn’t see coming. I know what it’s like to finally have good happening in your life, but also fear that more bad will follow. But sometimes just like the bad, we don’t see the good things coming until they’re here. Like us meeting in the coffee shop, and the scholarship, and maybe, just maybe, Cole. Things happen for a reason. You say Cole needs you, but the way I see it, you need each other.”
The loud speaker sounds, and the car halts, saving me from a reply on a topic where we are divided. She thinks need is good and I do not. But then, she needs Reese and he makes her feel safe in that need, but they’re equals. Both just as successful and powerful. Cole and I are not. My mother and my father were not. To me, need is a bad word. It’s dirty, messy, and emotional. With Cole, there was never supposed to be anything but the dirty. There was never supposed to be need or emotion. I can’t change the fact that I need him professionally. I just can’t get emotional. I can’t fall for Cole Brooks. I won’t fall for him.
The interview for Cat’s book goes well and when it’s done, Cat and I split up in the subway with just enough time for me to head home, gather what I need to get ready at her place, and return. I even have time to grab Starbucks for my mother who is in her pink pajamas with little angels on them, making coffee when I walk in. “Look what I have,” I say, delivering her the cup.
“You are my angel,” she says, lighting up.
