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She doesn’t need to stay longer—I’m sure he’s done his exercises for the day.
I want to huff and puff the words, drawing the line in the sand, telling her to back off my boyfriend, when Harvey looks at me.
“Yeah, go. I’ll see you later.” He nods, ending the call.
I can’t crumble, certainly not here. I’m leaving in five minutes.
I’m still in my own world when Damon drops a thick pile of papers on my desk.
“Scan this. Separate the sections. Email it to me.” He gives me a dubious glare, and I’m sure even to this beautiful stranger it’s obvious something is wrong with me.
“Please,” I whisper.
He looks at me as if I’ve grown three heads. “I need this now,please.” His jaw tightens, yet I’m sure I see the tiniest bit of a smirk at the tip of his lips.
I nod and head to the photocopy room to do as I’m asked. Or told. Marie walks into the room, then bends to tie up her Chucks.
“Why’re you still working? Dreygon giving you a hard time?”
“No, no. Go ahead, I’ll meet you there after.”
“Alright... don’t let him step all over you.” She winks, chirping loudly as she answers a phone call and leaves.
It’s not a small document, and it takes a while before I send it off to him. When I’m done, I turn off my computer, grab my purse, and put on my long coat before knocking on his door.
“Anything else? I’m heading to Arrows.”
“Hold on. I’ll walk with you.”
I’m in so much emotional pain, I don’t think I can cover it up and shine tonight in what’s sure to be a loud, busy environment where everyone wants to question the new girl.
How’s your week so far?
Damon not giving you too much of a hard time?
Good luck!
I end up leaning on top of his desk, a bold move that could get me fired or—worse—tempt the devil next to me.
“Gemma.” I ignore the way he sings my name, like a soft, sexy lullaby only he could give a dirty allure to.
I stare ahead at the abstract painting with color themes of red, black, and the faintest of white hanging on the wall. It bleeds and screams pain.
He knows pain.
“You chose it?” I ask, pointing at it with my chin before glancing over at him. He stares at me, and I’m glad my coat ensures protection from his scrutiny.
“No.”
“Drew it?”
“No.”
“Alright then.” I narrow my eyes, facing the painting again.
It hurts so much.
Seeing Claire and Harvey together. Having fun, smiling, laughing. Doing what he used to love doing with me. She’s overstepping, and I can’t bear it. And Harvey’s doing nothing to defuse it.
