Page 12 of Lies You Told
“Not tonight.” I shrug, closing my eyes a little. The adrenaline finally leaves my body. “It was a long time ago.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he smiles at me, pulling me to him and wrapping the sheet around me. It feels nice in his arms. Unfortunately, he doesn’t make my toes curl–or my pussy clench, for that matter. Otherwise, I’m almost certain we would have made something work by now. As it happens, he’s probably the closest thing I have to a friend right now.
I still can’t believe Franchesca earlier, the bitch.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not. Just remembering part of the reason I came here tonight.”
“You’ve been coming more frequently lately.”
I take a deep breath. “I know. I do want to talk about it.”
“Okay. Well, we could meet for a coffee tomorrow?”
I look up at him. He smiles weakly back at me. “Kieran, you know this…”
“Chloe, I know.” He smiles genuinely this time. “You just look like you really need a friend.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I whisper. “You’re the closest thing I have to a friend at the moment, Kieran.”
“Well, good. Do you want to go to the place inside your building or…”
“Not my building. How about near Battery Park? I love it there near the Hudson.”
“You're on. Let me know what time works for you when you look at your diary.”
I laugh as he helps me down from the table/bed. I tighten the sheet around my shoulders as he guides me to the door, his arm around me as we walk to the changing rooms.
“I’ll get Jacob to order you a car home.” He winks.
“Thanks,” I smile weakly again. “I shouldn’t be too long. I’m just gonna put some clothes on.”
The changing room is quiet, even for a mid-week night. I pull my clothes on and see myLouboutinsare in front of my locker. I pull my phone out of my purse, not sure how to feel about getting a message from Franchesca or not. I key in my passcode and see she hasn’t messaged me. I put my phone back where it was as I hurried to dress. I need to do some work when I get home if I’m going to find time to meet with Kieran tomorrow.
The phone keeps ringing outside my office, and I pop my head out to see Adam isn’t there. Confused, I pick up the phone. A little annoyed since I rely on Adam to screen my calls.
“Ms. Lawson’s office,” I say, reaching across the desk.
“This is Mr. Hill's office. He wants to arrange a meeting with Ms. Lawson regarding the Huntington settlement.”
Yes! I hold back, cheering down the phone. Adam comes into view and gives me a puzzled look as he approaches his desk. He puts his coffee down on the desk, along with a couple of files he was collecting. Holding out his hand for the phone, I smiled at him.
“Just one moment, Ms. Lawson’s assistant will know her calendar better,” I smile.
He laughs, taking the phone off me. “Ms. Lawson’s office.”
I walk back into my office and close the door, ready to finish the last couple of jobs before meeting with Kieran. I get lost in going through one of the many contracts I have on my desk for Greyson when I’m startled by a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I say without looking up.
“It’s time for you to attend the super secret meeting you added to your calendar this morning.”
“Thank you, Adam. I shouldn’t be gone for long, an hour at max.”
“Please tell me you’re meeting a guy?”
I turn around after grabbing my jacket, and my eyebrows raise. Adam and I get on great. He’s the best assistant on the floor. But our relationship is not friendly. We don’t share personal details. I feel it’s important to set boundaries. Everyone else in the office seems to think this makes me cold, hence the nickname. I refuse to tell anyone here that it’s no more original than what Jaxson used in college.
