Page 14 of His Good Girl
“It’s nothing,” I brush it off, but she gives me a foreboding glare.
“What did he do?” she hisses.
“Seriously, it’s nothing. He tried to intimidate me, that’s all.” I tell the lie with a straight face. I really need this to not become a thing.
Rue purses her lips. “Hmm. Well, if he triesanything,tell Allison. He’s icky.” She shudders. “Luckily, I’m not his type.”
“What, he doesn’t like gorgeous young brunettes?” I joke.
She snickers softly. “Nope. And I’m not young enough if you get my meaning.”
“Eww. But I’m twenty-five.”
Her eyes go wide. “Seriously? You look about twenty.”
I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.
“It’s a compliment,” she giggles. “I’m twenty-nine, so way too old for his perverted tastes.”
“He sounds like a delight.”
“Hmm.”
“What else?”
“Oh!” It seems she forgot that she had other advice to give me. “Yeah, don’t let Logan get to you. He’s not a people person.”
“You don’t say,” I comment.
She snickers again. “Seriously, though. He can be mean. He made the other one cry yesterday after he made Dolores leave like her ass was on fire. Fuck knows what happened, but she just up and left seconds after she arrived.”
“He is definitely an asshole,” I say blithely. “Anyway, I’d better get back to my desk.”
She nods and takes another sip of her tea.
Wandering back to my desk, mindful of trying to look older than the twenty years I apparently look, I sit back down and get to work on the files, ignoring Logan completely. If I don’thaveto interact with him, I won’t.
Answering the phone, sorting through the files, and figuring out the admin system takes up the morning, and before I know it, someone is looming over my desk as I’m bent over in my chair to place a file in the bottom drawer.
Straightening up instantly, I breathe out when I see it’s only Rue, her white skirt and jacket immaculate, not a rumple in sight, standing in front of me, scrolling through her phone.
“You wanna grab lunch?” she asks, looking up from her screen.
“Sure,” I reply, grabbing my bag. “How long do we get?”
“Half an hour, so chop-chop.”
“I’ll just tell Logan I’m going.”
She presses her lips together. “Good luck, hun.”
I roll my eyes and rise, smoothing down my decidedly crumpled skirt and easing into my jacket.
Striding over to the half-open door of Logan’s office, I rap loudly and stick my head around. “I’m going to lunch.”
He doesn’t even look up from his legal pad; he just waves his hand, almost as if he is shooing me away.
Not saying anything else, I back away and try not to let Rue’s laugh distract me.
