Page 92 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
We head toward our pod.Is he coming to our offices this morning?
The sound of our footsteps crashes against the atmosphere, but our silence blares the loudest. I feel like I should apologize to him for how I raced out of the building. It wasn’t very mature or brave of me. Especially after we had sex.OMG, I banged my boss in the elevator!
We make it to the door of our pod, and Hercules opens it.
“I’ll see you inside,” Lake says, flexing her eyebrows at me.
My feet are stuck to the floor as I stand trapped by Hercules’s piercing eyes. I feel as if now is the moment to answer for what I did after we screwed like our lives depended on it.
“I’m sorry about last night,” I finally whisper.
His sexy smirk fades into a slight frown. “Which part?”
“Leaving so abruptly.” I shake my head at the shame I feel. “I know it was strange.”
“Not strange at all.”
Together, we turn to see Nat and Rina heading toward us. Their curious eyes bounce back and forth between me and Hercules.
“Good morning, Hercules,” Nat says, beaming.
Rina glances at him with a smile before planting her gaze on me. “Good morning, Lark.”
“Good morning,” Hercules and I say at the same time.
We wait until they’re inside before we look at each other again.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you later,” he says.
Products. Yikes.I feel ill prepared for our meeting.
I swallow to moisten my dry throat. “Yes, of course.”
Hercules nods. I feel like I should say more. Then Harv rounds the corner and heads in our direction.
“Goodbye,” I say and rush inside.
When I sit down at my desk, I can feel Lake staring at me. I avoid looking at her as I power on my computer. A personal message from her immediately pops up:What happened last night between you and the demigod?
I fight the urge to hyperventilate as I see scenes from our interaction in the elevator. I don’t want to lie to her, and the current setting and time isn’t conducive for telling the truth.
We’ll talk later, I reply.
Did you f?she asks.
I blink at her, thinking,Lie.I can’t.
My cellphone chime jolts me out of my state of crisis. I take my device out of my purse and read the screen.
Oh, it’s Treasure.I leap to my feet as I tap the answer button while heading to my private office. “Hi.”
“Where are you?” Treasure asks rather curtly.
“Umm…” I go inside and quickly close the door behind me. “Work.”
“Where are you working?”
“I’m in New York. Why?”
