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It doesn’t tell me who’s been leaving the origamis but that’s okay with me. I like not knowing. It’s cute and sweet and I look forward to it every night.

Grabbing my things and dropping them in my bag, including my cute little bunny, I swipe the cupcake from the desk and decide it’ll be a great sugar boost during my subway ride to Midtown.

Because, yeah, I am doing this. Fuck it.

By the time I leave, only Hayes is still typing away at his computer. Even his secretary is gone.

In for a pound…

“Mr. Beckett? Just wanted to let you know I’m leaving.” Like he actually cares.

Hayes stops typing at the sound of my voice and slowly, like he’s afraid I’ll detonate a bomb or something, he raises his gaze to meet mine.

No, he doesn’t meet my eyes, he stops on my lips, and on instinct, I drag my tongue across my bottom one. The sweet taste of the cupcake frosting fills my mouth and I have to actively restrain myself from moaning.

“Sorry, Ginny left this on my desk and I just couldn’t resist.” I shrug because it’s true.

“Right.” Then he turns back to his computer and I’m silently dismissed.

“Goodnight, Sir.” I say just as I turn, and I don’t hide my smile when I hear him cursing behind my back. Do I know he likes to hear me call him sir? Yes, yes I do and I love to fuck with him.

Now, to put my plan to work and see if I can get myself a one-way trip to the penthouse.

Chapter Fourteen

Hadley

Looks to me like our Little Rabbit is now heading straight to our apartment. Butwhy?

I keep my distance as she nears the building, watching her step inside. She won’t get very far. The doorman is like a rottweiler when it comes to guests in the building. If they don’t have a pass or Gary hasn’t explicitly been given their name for his visitor list, they ain’t getting in for shit.

Orion is out until late, making deals and securing market space for our artists, doing his thing, and Hayes was still in the office when Bowie left. This means nobody is in our apartment right now…I have it all to myself…And I’m nothing if not a rule breaker.

I always hated thatno women in the apartmentrule anyway.

If she’s gonna come all the way here, I really ought to give her something tocomefor. I can’t help snickering to myself. I’m funny as fuck.

Picking up my pace, I reach the building and casually walk in, as I always do, without any fucks to give and crunching on my Tic Tacs.

“Evenin’, Gazza.” I look toward Gary and grin, feigning surprise when I see Bowie standing there with her hands on her hips and her cute little face all red with anger.

“Good evening, Mr. Beckett.” Gary half-smiles before giving his attention back to Bowie. I can see he’s ready to continue dealing with the situation without getting me involved, because he’s fucking brilliant at his job, but I spare him the need to do so.

“You can leave this one with me, Gazza. I got this.” I throw him a wink and wrap my arm around Bowie’s shoulders, beginning to lead her away toward the elevator. “Well well well, Little Rabbit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She doesn’t try to struggle, but I can see the confusion with the squint of her eyes.

“I forgot to give Orion this contract today and I didn’t think you’d want to call me to meet you all at a club again, so I took the initiative and came to hand deliver it.” Pulling out a small stack of papers from her bag, she holds it up triumphantly as we wait for the elevator.

The bullshit coming out of her mouth makes me smile. I’ve got to give it to her, she’s a tryer.

“You took the initiative?” Repeating what someone says back to them as a question generally makes them begin to fumble over their lies.

“That’s what I said, yes. So here I am. Delivering.” The elevator pings and the door slides open.

“Here you are, ey?” I follow her inside and stand beside her.

“Yes. Is Orion in your apartment?” Leaning forward, she pushes the button for the top floor and scowls when nothing happens.

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