Page 117 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Chapter 18
Lucia
Like a thief, I snuck out of his office and made my way downstairs from the staircase nobody used. I cursed him under my breath when I felt his come trickle down my thighs.
Note to self: bring spare underwear to work tomorrow.
I rubbed a hand over my face.
What was he thinking, trying to get me pregnant?
I know he doesn’t have children, but is this really the way to go about it? I’d racked my brains trying to figure him out and only given myself a migraine.
But that video… I watched it several times last night. I don’t know if he’s infected me, but we looked hot together. His broad chest, the smattering of dark hair, the way he moved his—God, I almost slapped myself.
Focus. You’re at work.
I rushed into the ladies’ room to clean up before grabbing a coffee. At least I was early enough to work through my emails.
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I sighed in relief. I’d managed to avoid seeing Allison and Evelyn today. I sent vague emails, brushing off their teasing.
We acquired the Furutachi contract, although I had no involvement with it.
I’d only just loaded my fork up with hot, cheesy pasta when I saw them approach. My mouth watered at the scent of Italianherbs and mixed peppers. I shoved the food into my mouth as they sat down.
I couldn't speak if I were eating, right?
“There she is,” Evelyn sing-songed, sliding her tray onto the table.
Allison followed, setting her coffee down with unnecessary force. “You’ve been avoiding us.”
I pointed to my mouth, still full, and nodded enthusiastically. Chew, swallow, avoid interrogation.
“She’s pretending she didn’t hear us,” Evelyn said.
“She’s pretending she doesn’t have a pulse,” Allison countered.
I swallowed and reached for my water. “I’ve been busy.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Evelyn leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Busy with the Furutachi contract, or busy with a certain CEO who’s been walking around like he owns the air?”
My fork clattered against the plate, so much for the pasta defence.
“You guys,” I said, shaking my head. “What makes you think the man is even human?”
“Hmm. She makes a valid point,” Allison said, sipping her coffee.
“Should you be having caffeine in your delicate condition?” Evelyn asked, and Allison scowled.
“Leave me alone. My pipe dream of stealing Lucia’s job is dead. I almost wish you were shagging him. If you got married, then I could dump him and move down here.”
I choked on a piece of pasta.
Evelyn rubbed her chin with narrowed eyes, but she wasn't looking at me, more like through me.
“No. I reckon he would make her work,” she finally said. “Honestly, the man is miserable.”
