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Harv will be devastated when he finds out. Or perhaps not. No matter, my mind is resolved on the fact that we both need space and time between us.
After my shower, I apply light makeup and leave my dry hair in waves.
I put on lacy pink undergarments and wrap a towel around myself, searching the room for Damon. When I reach the stairs, I see him at the bottom of them, and my fingers tighten around the towel when I release a breath.
I’ve never been looked at the way Damon looks at me. With Harvey before the accident, he’d always stare at me with a smirk on his face, with defiance in his eyes, like he thought I was one hot chick he wanted to mess with.
But when Damon gazes at me? It’s like he wants to possess my soul, learn what I’m thinking inside out, treasure my body and keep it hidden from the world.
“Are you wearing a suit?” I ask, leaning on the black railing.
“No. Wear what you want.”
I nod. “I know, but Julia will be in a suit.” I’m nervous and a tad worried I won’t be able to mask my feelings for Damon from her prying eyes.
“Be comfortable. You can change later. Joey got us breakfast—hurry.” He walks away, and I hate that he’s already in one of his moods.
As if from this morning until now he was slowly transforming into the CEO that I’ve come to know and admire.
That same man drives me bonkers sometimes too. He makes me so mad I didn’t even get my first taste of true fury until I met him.
I wear my ripped jeans, a white shirt, and a black blazer. I throw on my coat and the black heels I recently bought online. Even though we’re now in March, it’s still cold out.
Damon’s in a foul mood when he hands me my breakfast in the car as Joey, his driver, brings us to the airport. Whomever he’s on the phone with is souring his attitude every half second.
“Abby, it’s a recommended report. You’re not building on a conservation site.” I see the flex of his hand against his phone. He should be in a suit right now since he’s acting like the full-blown CEO that he is. Instead, he’s in dark jeans, a black tee, a wool coat, and sneakers.
I take out the bagel and munch on it, sipping the tea.
“I don’t make up the report. The report is based off experts’ opinions.” His jaw tightens and loosens, then his eyes dart to me as I’m licking off the side of my bagel.
He wraps his free hand over my knee, squeezing it. I love the feel of his hand over the bare skin, since my jeans have a slit ripped open on both knees.
“Move things around to stray away from that area.” He listens to her intently, then snickers. “Your father—”
He removes his hand, and I block the void by finishing my breakfast.
I really have got it bad.
I check my phone and see no new messages from Harvey but a few from Gia.
“We’re not changing our report, Whitmore. If you’re that worried, I can send you extra suggestions.” His chuckle fuels the back of the car with tension. “I don’t want your cunt.”
I choke on my tea, gathering my wits.
I don’t like this woman at all.
Since our last meeting with her, it was clear she wanted Damon. I can’t blame her for wanting him, but the thought still makes me jealous, and I know I don’t have a right to be. Or maybe I do at this point.
What Damon and I have, it might not be everything, but it’ssomething.
“Goodbye, Abby. I’ll be in touch.” He tucks his phone away so I look out the window, avoiding his wrath.
I knew this would happen. It’s like he doesn’t know how to find the middle ground between the callous boss and the sweeter Damon who wraps his arms around me and speaks from his heart.
But that sweet side of him? That part won’t resurface until we’re alone and away from a work atmosphere.
I can’t dwell on that though.
