Page 13 of His Good Girl
I clench my jaw until my head aches. “I’m aware.”
“Then you see, I can’t just remove her.”
“Dammit, Allison. She’s distracting me. I need her gone.”
Silence.
We lock gazes. I realize I’ve dealt her a hand that she has absolutely no idea what to do with. I’ve given her something far deeper than this business relationship was ever meant to be about.
“If you touch her, he will kill you,” she says quietly. “Get your head off your dick and back on your work. We won’t be having this conversation again.”
She closes the door quietly behind her, leaving me spiraling down a whirlpool of utter, gut-wrenching misery.
“Forbidden. Fucking forbidden. The one woman in the whole world I can’t touch, just happens to be the one I want more than anything.”
Sinking further into my chair, I shift my anger to Allison. Before now, we were professional, cool acquaintances. That has leaped over the boundary into very dodgy territory. Her loyalties lie with Quentin. Wholly and completely. She will throw me under the bus if she gets even a whiff of betrayal.
As much as I want my hands on Serena, there is no way it can ever happen. Clenching my fist, I close off, knowing this is the only way or find myself on Quentin’s shit list, and that is no place anyone wants to be.
Not even me.
Chapter9
Serena
This is getting ridiculous.
Deciding it’s cool enough for Rue; I slip around the frosted glass screen that separates her desk from the rest of the office. There are walkways on either side, but knowing what I know, I wouldn’t want to try and get past her.
“Heeey,” I say casually, placing the tea down on the high counter.
Rue regards me with a cool expression, her arms folded. “Finally decided to stop stalking, I see.”
Biting back the snort of amusement, I reply, “I was trying to wait for the tea to cool, but I seem to have been run out of both the kitchen and my own desk.”
She raises an eyebrow and looks at the mug. “That for me?”
“Yeah, it’s probably hotter than you’d like, which I know is crap.”
Unfolding her arms, she reaches for the mug and picks it up, blowing on it slightly before taking a small sip. “It’s fine.”
“Good. Listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I was a bit stressed, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. I’m sorry too. I judged you, and that was wrong. I see a lot of people coming up here trying to see the senior partners…I’m very defensive.”
“I know, and that’s good. So are we?”
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
She smiles. “Yeah, we’re good.” She leans forward. “Can I give you a couple of pieces of advice?”
I nod, figuring what can it hurt.
“Steer clear of John Jeffers, the other named partner. You are exactly his type.” She counts them off on her fingers. “Young. Blonde. Gorgeous.”
Blinking, I must look slightly shifty because she leans in closer. “What did he do?”
