Page 66 of His Flash Mate
No thanks.
Since Konni wasn’t like that, did that mean we weren’t mated?
Groaning, I stared at myself in the mirror.
Why in the hell did a dragon have to want me?
Maybe dragons were like wolf shifters.Even if we were mated, there was a way to unmate.
I repeated that to myself until my pulse slowed and my legs felt less weak.
Feeling a little calmer, I returned to my desk to find Lianna waiting for me.
“Why were you in the bathroom so long?”
“Chronic constipation.”My delivery was as flawlessly serious as was her immediate disgust.“Did you need something?”
“A report.The details are in your email.I need it before you leave.”
“Understood.”I eagerly sat, grateful for a task that would distract me from the new boulder life lobbed at me.
The next several hours passed quickly.I finished the report, sent it to Lianna, then made a backup and stuck it into my purse.Whitney and Shana shut down their computers at the same time I did.
“Any plans tonight?”I asked as we walked toward the elevators together.
“Home.Cook dinner.Get the kids settled,” Shana said.
That was the first time she’d mentioned kids.
“How old?”I asked.
“Seven and ten.”
I wanted to ask more, but I could see from her expression that she wouldn’t welcome follow-up questions.So, I didn’t bother asking.I took out my phone and sent a message to Uncle Jay as the elevator went down.
Me:Can you get someone to cover my shift tonight?
Uncle Jay:Yeah.Are you okay?
Me:Fine.Exhausted.I think life is catching up with me, and I need an early night.
Uncle Jay:Take as many as you need.
Me:Just tonight.Stop trying to get rid of me.
He laughed at my last message, and I drove home, second-guessing the wisdom of missing a shift at Lunar Pulse.I couldn’t really afford it.Yet, I wasn’t ready to face Konni outside of work either.
Was I being a chicken?Absolutely.However, I was allowed some time to freak out and regroup.As much as I wanted today’s conversation to be the end of us, there were more questions I needed to ask now.Questions I wasn’t quite yet ready to have answered.
I felt physically nauseous at the thought of my father finding out I was mated to the CEO of Steele Corp.What level of conning or emotional blackmail would he pull then?
Shaking my head, I cleared that line of thinking.But my thoughts continued to whirl all the way home.
Mom looked up from her book when I walked in the door.
“I made you a sandwich,” she said.“It’s not too bad for one hand.”
“Thanks.Did you eat?”
