Page 36 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
“Who agrees to that?”
“It was stupid. I know.” I pause my incessant pacing. “Then I came home and slept away my anxiety instead of looking at that email Elliot sent with all the details to help me prepare for the interview the next day.”
“Lyla…”
“I know.” I swallow a groan. “I was planning on reading over the email while I ate my takeout, but I ran into a cute guy on the street. And, well, I got a bit… busy.”
“How busy?”
My fingers instinctively reach up to scratch my head,and my eyes wander off to the side. “Busy enough to find out that I might have a slight spanking kink.”
“What the fuck, Lyla?”
“I’m not done.”
“There’s more?” With a heavy sigh, Camila flops onto the bed and buries her face in a pillow to stifle her groan.
“Barrett is on his way to our apartment right now.”
She hurls the pillow in my direction, aiming straight for my head, but I quickly duck to avoid getting hit. “What’s he coming here for?”
“I have no idea. That’s why I need you to leave.”
“The two of you can’t hook up again. It’s?—”
I cut her off. “… against company policy. I know.”
“I think his brothers know because they gave me an awkward staredown on my first day. But aside from them, no one in the office knows, which is why I need you to leave. Like now.”
“You know I can’t lie for you, right? If someone asks me, I have to tell them the truth.”
Nothing matters to Camila as much as her job does. It’s been her dream to be a lawyer ever since she was a kid. Now, she’s on the rise to becoming one of the best in her industry. That being said, she won’t do anything,anything, to risk losing her license.
“I’d never ask you to do anything to jeopardize your job. You know that. If anyone asks, then tell them the truth, and I’ll deal with the consequences.” My eyes soften for a moment, then I snap back to reality and refocus on the task at hand. “Now, let’s put on some shoes andget moving.”
With a groan, she slumps her shoulders in defeat and stands up once again. I quickly shoo her out of the room, guiding her toward the front door. She slips on a pair of worn-out tennis shoes with thin soles from countless hours of walking while I hold her overnight bag.
“Where am I supposed to be going, exactly? And how long am I going to be gone?”
“I think it would be sweet if you went to pay your little brother a visit, and I’ll let you know when the coast is clear and you’re safe to come home. How does that sound?” With a strong pull, I fling open the front door and all but push her out.
“Ugh, not Mateo’s.”
“Yes, Mateo’s. Bye.”
I slam the door in her face, and within five minutes, a sharp knock reverberates through the apartment.
“Hi.” I answer the door, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath from panic cleaning.
Our apartment still isn't spotless, but it's tidier than it was a few minutes ago, so that should count for something.
“Can I come in?”
“Uh, sure.”
Barrett steps in, quickly assessing the room with a nod of approval. “Is Camila here?”
“She just left a few minutes ago. I think she was planning to go see her brother or something.”
