Page 21 of More Than a Friend
But we agreed to one time. If she wanted more—wanted to explore things further—she’d have said something.
Shaking off the feelings of rejection once again slithering into my psyche, I go back to the task at hand.
Mr. Jolley asked me to order lunch for the staff since they’re working late most of this week to prepare for the high-profile client who has a hearing coming up.
I don’t fully understand everything that goes on in the legal aspect or what they do, but I know Skylar works her ass off and usually takes a day or two off after a case this big because she’s drained.
I wish there was a way I could help her.
I grab my notebook and pen, making my rounds around the office to grab lunch orders, saving the paralegal team—specifically one paralegal—for last.
By the time I reach the cubicles for the paralegals, my hands are shaking with nerves, and I hate it.
I never got nervous like this around her before. But I’d also never tasted her. I’d never heard the husky way she moans when she comes or seen her thighs shake from pleasure. Never had her call me a “good girl” while tasting the sweetness between her legs.
Great, now I’m all hot and bothered on a Wednesday afternoon in the office.
I’m constantly worried I’m going to let on that something happened, and she’s going to tell me we can’t be friends anymore because I make her uncomfortable, and I just can’t let that happen.
I can’t lose her.
When I get to the room with the cubicles, Skylar is the only person there, and when she sees me leaning in the entryway, the scowl she was wearing turns into a soft smile.
“Hey, Aves. What’s up?”
I hold up the notepad and shake it. “Lunch orders. Do you want your usual from Leeway’s?”
Skylar stands from her chair, raising her arms above her head and twisting from side to side. The action causes her buttoned up blouse to stretch over her large breasts, and my gaze automatically falls there.
“Yeah, my usual is fine.” Skylar’s voice makes my gaze snap back up to her face, and I feel like a freaking pervert for ogling her.
I scribble her name—barely resisting the urge to add a heart around it—and her usual chicken crisp wrap with a side of battered fries.
“Cool, um, do you know where the other paralegals are so I can get their orders?”
Skylar nods. “Leah is in with Jukes working on a briefing, Cole is out sick today, the little shit, and Jamie is in the copy room doing… something. I’ve been nose deep in evidence exhibits for the last two hours making sure everything matches up.”
“Oh. Okay, I haven’t gotten Mr. Jukes’ order, so I’ll go find Jamie and then grab?—”
“Or you could sit with me for a minute. I feel like we’ve barely seen each other the last week and a half. Have you been avoiding me?”
I swallow harshly and pick at the corner of my legal pad. I haven’t been avoiding herper se,but I have made it a bit more difficult for us to see each other. We haven’t even had lunch together, and we usually do at least once a week.
“N-no I haven’t been avoiding you,” I whisper, but I don’t—can’t—look her in the eyes.
Skylar’s footsteps are muffled on the carpet as she rounds her cubicle and stands directly in front of me.
“Try again, Ava. But this time, make it believable.”
I huff out a laugh through my nose and roll my eyes. “I’m just trying not to make things weird after… you know.”
“After we made each other come on your couch?” she says far too loudly.
I cover her mouth with my hand and hiss, “Are you crazy? Keep it down!”
Skylar laughs and takes my hand off her mouth, holding it in her own. “Why? I’m not embarrassed about it. Are you?”
If I didn’t know Sky as well as I do, I’d think she was just teasing, but I can see the flash of vulnerability.
