Page 40 of Barron's Second Chance
"Eden, wait -," Barron tried again.
She made a beeline towards a brown closed door that read"Office."
"Hold up; it's locked." He rushed ahead of her, fumbling with the keys in his pocket.
She stood there, arms crossed and body held tight in barely controlled rage.
He held the door open for her, and she surged forward into the small space.
Her eyes took in the environment, expecting to find Lissa's dirty panties on the floor or to smell the scent of sex in the air.
She ignored how cozy the space was with his desk at the corner, papers strewn across, and a computer with a screen saver of himself and Bailey on display.
She ignored the tantalizing spicy scent of the aftershave he used, which lingered in the room, and she ignored the picture of Barron with his parents at what looked like the opening of their restaurant.
But what she couldn't ignore? The overpowering, sickly sweet scent of a woman's perfume.
Using that as fuel to the burning fire raging inside her, she turned fierce eyes at Barron, who was watching her warily.
"Eden, please listen to me -"
"No! You want to have this out?" She raved at him as she spread her arms wide, "Let's fucking have it out!"
"Not like this -"
"No!" She interrupted. "This is what you've been begging me for, isn't it? You've been bugging me and bugging me to have a conversation with you despite me asking you to leave me alone."
She laughed humorlessly and shook her head in disbelief.
"I admit, I almost fell for your little speech. I was actually starting to consider listening to you. But after what happened tonight with you and Lissa -"
"Nothingfucking happened between me and Lissa!" He moved forward, reaching out to her before snatching his hand back at the dark expression on her face.
"When? Tonight or ever?" She folded her arms, arching her brow at him in scorn.
His mouth moved wordlessly, a look of panic on his face as he tried to conjure up a response to that statement.
"Go on," she leaned back and sat on his desk. "The floor is yours."
"Eden, baby -"
"Apologize. Go on," she goaded him. "It's what you've been dying to do, right? So go on, tell me how sorry you are for cheating."
"Let's not do it like -"
"Tell me your little story about why you did it."
Barron stood there, hands clenched in fists at his side and a look of devastation written on his features.
"Let me guess," she tapped her chin in mock thought before pointing at him.
"You were young."
His eyes jerked up to meet hers, his demeanor defeated.
"You were horny," she offered.
She blinked back tears as she forced herself to open up a long-healed scab.
