Page 2 of Secrets We Keep
“Hmm,” he says thoughtfully.
“Not that it would be any of your business.” I smile, typing in my password to bring my screen to life.
“Maybe, maybe not. Was good seeing you again, Jenna.” He says before striding away from my desk and down the short corridor to where the elevators are that belong to the main part of the building.
It’s not until I hear the ping of the elevator doors closing that it registers that he'd said my name. We’d never met before, at least not that I’d known of.
Sara walks across from her office, her purse and laptop case in hand as she approaches my desk. Adrien’s door is closed, and she and I both know Adrien’s closed-door policy does not include her, but she waits outside anyway.
“You know he’d expect you just to walk in,” I say, smiling.
“I know. But I want to be out of here before six,” she laughs, pulling out her phone.
My skin blushes as I realize the meaning behind her words, and I bite my lips closed to hold back my laugh.
His office door opens, and he switches off the light, locking the door.
“You’re still here?” He asks, looking at his watch.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be leaving soon. I’m meeting a friend who works in the building at six,” I say, sort of the truth.
“Okay,” he eyes me, wearily grasping Sara’s hand.
I pull out my spare toiletries bag from the bottom of my desk and head off to the restroom to freshen up.
2
DOMINIC
PERFECT TEN: BEAUTIFUL SOUTH
Iexit the elevator and see Jenna sitting on one of the couches scattered around the lobby. Her eyes are glued to the water fountain. She loves watching that thing. When I asked her why, she told me it was calming. I don’t see it myself but each to their own.
Jenna and I have known each other on and off for a couple of years, both having demanding bosses who have, in the last year, only just started to loosen those reins slightly. My boss in particular, but I know Jenna doesn’t work as many crazy late hours as she used to. It's only in the last year that we’ve started to see each other on a semi-regular basis. Our bosses, though, are friends and business partners, even if my boss is only involved in a silent capacity.
Jenna knows everything in that place, and she’s one of only a handful of people who knows my boss, Josh, is a silent partner in the hotel side of the company.
I pocket my phone into the inside of my jacket. She’s deep in thought and hasn’t seen me approaching her. “My sister said I need to get out more,” she says as I stand beside her.
“She’s not wrong. When we had coffee a couple of weeks ago, you told me you needed to change things.”
“Yeah, you know what it’s like, though. You get home, think of a million new things that need doing at the office, and spend half of your evening doing work.”
“Hmm. I used to. Josh has started having a pop if he sees me logging hours onto the server after seven-thirty.”
She looks at me, slack-jawed.
“But his portfolio is not as big as Adrien’s.”
“Tell me about it,” she says, pulling the strap on her purse over her head so it crosses her chest, right between her perfect tits.
I run a hand down the back of my neck. I need to stop. Until I man up, grow a pair, and ask her out. I shouldn’t be thinking about her tits and how perfect they look in the silk blouse she’s wearing today.
“Thanks for this, Dom. I needed this push.”
I push my hands into my front pockets, even though all I want to do is reach for her hand. “Where do you want to go? Our usual place?” I can’t believe we have a usual place.
“Sounds great.” She smiles at me.
