Page 65 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I watched him disappear down the hallway before exhaling hard through my nose.

“He fine, but baby…” Denise said lowly beside me.

That made me laugh despite myself.

“See? Even Denise is tired of y’all,” Laila said, reappearing magically once the argument was over.

“I’m tired of him,” I huffed.

Laila laughed, “Yeah, okay.”

The workday stayed tense after that.

Around lunch, I walked into one of the finished units to check furniture placement when Vaughn walked in behind me, holding his phone.

“This table is too close to the window,” he said.

I looked over briefly. “It’s not.”

“It is.”

“It literally isn’t.”

He stared at the setup for another second before sighing.

“You always got an answer.”

“And you always got a complaint.”

He looked back at the table again. “Move it over a little.”

I rolled my eyes, but moved it anyway.

“There. Happy?”

“Very.”

I laughed dryly. “You annoying.”

“And you difficult.”

“Yet here we are.”

His eyes flickered toward me again.

That same strange, heavy energy passed between us for a second before Denise walked in and asked Vaughn something about permits.

Perfect timing, honestly.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted mentally more than physically.

I grabbed my purse and tablet while Laila walked beside me toward the elevators.

“You know what I noticed?” she asked.

“What?”

“Y’all don’t even argue normal.”