Page 21 of Sassy Love
Isit at my new large glass desk with chrome angled legs and a small black three-drawer unit that sits under the left side on wheels. It’s a damn nice piece of furniture. If it wasn’t sullied by the person who paid for it, it would be near perfect.
I line up my stationery and work items on the clear surface, then go back to my projections. After lunch, Nadia arrives with a small collection of black desk accessories she claims have been sitting in the supply room for years. Only the price tags on them tell me she went out and bought them on her lunch break. I’m grateful to have her as a friend and make a mental note to repay the favor. I turn the pen holder so it’s square with the rest of the items and the edge of the desk.
It’s then that Lamont comes in to find her pile of glass, chrome, and hardware in the spot where I would have placed her new desk. Had I been stupid enough to construct hers for her.
Not a chance.
“Enjoying your new digs, I take it,” she coos. Like the shock and distain on her face as she drags her gaze from the glistening pile on the floor are completely detached from her emotions.
I check my watch. It’s almost five. “You’ve been gone all day. Looks like you’ll be here all night.”
She glances at the pile of glass desk pieces before padding to the sideboard to her tote. A minute later, she’s out the door, and I’m left alone in my smug glass castle all fucking alone.
The feeling of triumph that I thought would find me is nowhere to be found.
Dammit.
Griff slides onto the stool to my right at Murphy’s. Dex plops onto the one on the left. “Spill it,” they say in unison.
Sometimes the twin thing is freaky.
But they are some of the best people I know.
“Work’s kicking my ass.” I sip my whiskey.
Harry’s favorite. When I first moved to New York, this bar was the place I would go when I was homesick. And after months of ordering the cheap stuff, I swapped it out for the amber that currently swirls in my glass.
“More like that pretty blonde is.” Dex grins.
“Is there a minute out of any given day you’re not thinking with your cock, bro?” Griffin grumbles.
I laugh at them, placing the tumbler on the coaster on the bar. Sleeves rolled up, satchel at my feet, I order another before I’ve finished the current one.
“No, seriously, is it Lamont?” Griff says in his serious tone.
“She’s got attitude, that’s for sure.” I meet his gaze.
“The feisty ones are the best ones.” Dexter winks at me, the idiot.
Griff puts his hand up, signaling for the waitstaff. That catches me by surprise. Straitlaced Griffin talking about women and ordering a drink.
“You coming over to the dark side, little bro?” Dex nods with a ridiculous smile.
“For the umpteenth time,bro, you are literally seconds older than me, it hardly counts.” Griff orders and the waitress gives him a shy smile.
The brothers are two very different peas in a homely pod. Dexter is all blond-haired, blue-eyed beach boy with a grin that puts the damn sun to shame while Griffin is dark haired with dark brown eyes and a square jaw that could cut granite. Their looks and personalities couldn’t be more opposite, but their ways, their speech, and their habits are very similar.
We haven’t decided if we’re putting that down to nature or nurture yet.
“Miles coming tonight?” Dex asks.
“Dude, read the chat. Keep up.” Griff pins his brother with a look of annoyance.
“He’s off today, but he’ll be late,” I add.
“Thanks, Laws. See, Griffin? Being a decent human isn’t that fucking hard.”
Griff flips his brother the bird. Very un-lawyer like. I shake my head, still laughing at these two when an extra whiskey is set in front of me.
