Page 52 of Irresistible Temptation
“Hey, girl! How is it on the top floor?”
I frowned. “Not so great, honestly.”
“Uh oh…”
“Transferring here was a mistake.”
“Did something happen with…” She lowered her voice, but didn’t finish her sentence, knowing that people could be listening.
“I don’t know. I just don’t think being a personal assistant is for me,” I said, leaving out the fact that the guy I had been sleeping with had a sudden change of heart. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be…”
“Aww, girl. I’m sorry,” she said.
“It’s fine. I think I want to come back to accounting, though.”
“Well, good. Because I miss you!”
I smiled for what felt like the first time in a while.
“I miss you, too.” I didn’t realize how much I needed a friend.
“Let me see if I can soften Mike to the idea of you coming back to accounting. Okay?”
“Thank you, Sarah,” I said gratefully.
“Of course. Talk soon!”
I hung up and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. Maybe things would work out and I could forget anything had ever happened with Chester. If he could pretend, then so could I.
The next morning, I arrived at the office later than usual because I didn’t see a point in being there any longer than I needed to be. With Chester gone, and my email void of any to-do list from him, what was the point? I also had spent most of the morning lying next to the toilet or crouching over it, throwing up. I assumed it was from the sushi I had ordered in the night before, but when I thought about it, I had been sick the past couple mornings.
I arrived at the office just past 9:30 on an overload of mouthwash and bronzer to bring some color back to my face. No one even batted an eye at my late arrival. I looked toward Chester’s office, so used to him being there, but he wasn’t. He was still on his business trip. I ignored the overwhelming feeling of him being gone and walked into my office, closing the door behind me.
When I sat down at my desk, my eyes landed on a picture sitting on the wooden surface. I looked around for any sign of life outside my office windows for any clue of who might have come in here before looking back to my desk. I tilted my head in confusion as I picked it up to look at the dark, glossy image. It looked to be a picture from a surveillance camera and when I squinted, trying to see it better, I let out a gasp as my heart plummeted to my stomach.
It was a picture of Chester and me in his office from the other night. His hands were covering my bare breasts and we were pressed against his office window. It was taken from far away, as if from the building across the way, but our faces were clear. And it was clear what we are doing.
I flipped over the picture to see a sticky note stuck to the back.
In black, bold marker, it read,If you thought you went viral before…
Chapter 22
Chester
“You’re broody today…” said Will, looking over at me from across the white-clothed table, the fountains outside putting on a show behind him.
“Mmm,” I grunted before taking a sip of champagne.
“You’ve hardly touched your food.”
I shrugged, looking out at the fountains and all the tourists lined up to watch water wave in the wind to a song probably by everyone’s favorite diva from the nineties. The dull sound of a familiar melody pressed against the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant.
“It’s lobster.Expensivelobster,” said Will, nudging at me again with his words. “Your favorite.”
I looked back at him, sitting across from me with his brows raised in question just under his long, shaggy hair.
“You need a haircut,” I muttered.
