Page 46 of Love Under the Microscope
Sure, I haven’t had sex in a while. The only time since Aisha was a disappointing hookup, which told me I wasn’t over her. I’m still not over her, right? What I’m feeling is only a physical reaction to kissing a beautiful woman.
Yes, kissing her again was a mistake.
Not only because I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been, but I’m also supposed to be a professional. I stick to doing a job until I’m finished. Right now, I should focus on the story I’m writing, not Zelda Lowe.
I blow out a breath and hope my erection settles soon. “Come on, let’s find those papers of yours.”
She smiles at me, and then returns to searching the desk.
Ten minutes later, we still haven’t found anything. We’ve gone through papers, books, and files, but none are what Zelda is looking for. Not that I have a clue what she’s hoping to find, so my searching is a bit futile.
“What could it mean if we don’t find your pages?” I ask, flicking through the contents of a filing cabinet drawer.
Zelda sighs. “He’s hidden the information that could ruin Zentello somewhere else.”
“We’ll keep looking, then, and make sure we check everything.” I flash her a smile and go back to the papers. I’ve found some interesting things that would provide me with a good story had I not already tied my colors to Zelda’s mast. She’s looking for something particular, and it’s not the sales figures for UnoPharm’s prophylactics division. Based on what I’ve heard from Gordon, one of my coworkers, those numbers aren’t great, but the product seems sketchy too. That’s what he and his wife were using when she got pregnant. He thought he’d warn me.
“You mentioned a pink file?” I ask.
Zelda’s head swings around, and excitement fills her eyes. “I kept a stack of pink files at his house.”
I hold up a pink file folder, and she snatches it. She opens it and looks inside, but her shoulders fall. She drops the file onto the floor next to me.
I already know the answer, but I still ask. “Is that it?”
“No.”
I pick up the file. “What exactly are we looking for?”
She doesn’t look up but keeps riffling through a desk drawer. “Papers.”
“How will I know what the papers are, though? They may not still be in the file.”
“You’ll know.”
That isn’t much, but she doesn’t seem to want to tell me more, so I keep looking, hoping I haven’t missed them already.
A few minutes later, Zelda gasps and reaches behind her for my hand. “Jack.”
“You found them?”
“No.” She turns to face me. “Someone’s coming again.”
I look around at the open file cabinet and desk drawers. “Fuck.”
CHAPTER 11
ZELDA
I quickly and quietly close the drawer I’ve been rummaging through. Maybe silent speed is my superpower. Thankfully, we put items back as we searched, or we would be in trouble. I dive under the desk again, only to find Jack already there. We’re back in the same position, only this time, I’m the one on top.
“Hello again,” I whisper in his ear.
The door to the office opens, and someone enters. A pair of shoes appear—Nigel’s. Oh shit. Not again.
Jack shakes his head.
I know exactly how he feels. I sure hope he’s not back to finish her off.
