Page 108 of Bad Girl
“No one would dare,” he hissed.
“You’ve lived on high floors for too long. Reality down here is different,” I said.
“We should have taken a few more days off.”
“It’s only a few days until the bank holiday weekend.”
He nodded but I could feel the hesitance through the bond. Something sitting underneath it that he wasn’t saying.
“If anyone gives you any trouble, let me know.”
“Sure,” I said, patting his cheek.
“I mean it.”
“Uh-huh.”
I felt his exasperation before his expression showed it. It didn’t stop him from kissing me again—gently at first, then deeper, his fingers twisting into my hair, tilting my head back. My eyes closed.
Thankfully the windows were tinted.
He finally released me and opened the car door with the reluctance of a man doing something against his better judgement.
It was sweet that the big bad Alpha CEO was having separation anxiety.
You’re his future, Bad Girl said.And he’s just watched you walk away from him. The bond is everything to him.
I turned back to find him still watching.
I smiled and waved.
Bad Girl didn’t say it.
But I’d miss him too.
??????
So much had changed. Yet everything in the office was exactly the same.
The carpets were cleaner. Apart from that—nothing.
Here I was, back with my weird work family. The people I spent more time with than my actual family, which said something about modern life that I chose not to examine too closely on a Monday morning.
Only Carla and Francis were at their desks, both engrossed in their breakfast.
I sat down.
Yes, I needed normal after—nope, don't think about it. You're in work mode. I probably had work piled up for me.
You loved it when he stuck his tongue in your—
“Morning,” I said cheerfully, cutting Bad Girl off before she could finish that sentence in a place with an open floor plan.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Francis asked, waving her magazine in the air.
Carla gave me a tight smile.
It made me a little sad, if I was honest. I’d never done anything to her. Not really—not beyond the cake, which she’d never be able to prove. Yet she couldn’t stand me and there was nothing to be done about it. You couldn’t confront people like Carla because they’d deny everything and somehow make you the problem. That was a corporate world lesson I’d learned early and never forgotten.
