Page 85 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
I tossed back my drink, ignoring the burn, and closed my hand around the lipstick.
“Let’s go,” I said flatly.
Garrett didn’t ask why. He never did.
And that’s why he was the only person I trusted to be this close to madness.
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When I returned home, my sanity came rushing back. I wouldn’t be the older man sucked in by an attractive young woman. Men like that were the laughing stock. Magnus Trentham had recently married a woman almost half his age. And while Lucia was only eleven years younger than me, it still felt—wrong.
Then again, Magnus had fallen for the classic baby trap, judging by his bride’s protruding belly.
Yet… he’d looked content. I’d seen the way his close friend looked on, half-envious. I hadn’t given them much thought until now.
I placed the gold lipstick on my nightstand and cursed myself—for not caving and fucking her out of my system.
My company, and its reputation, were the priority.
She wasn’t under my direct authority anymore. Besides, she’d signed the standard NDA the day she stepped into my office.
My inner voice was relentless.
I left my bedroom without changing my clothes to fix myself a drink. I needed to shut that voice up before I did something stupid.
Chapter 6
Lucia
That was fucking weird.
I glanced back at his office, but the glass door was closed and he was nowhere to be seen. Nothing seemed to be amiss in my drawer. I could leave the packing for Monday, since I was only moving one floor down.
Dubois Enterprises had eight floors in total and two offices in London, not to mention locations across Europe, Asia, and America. Irrespective of Laurent Dubois’s eccentric behaviour, I was grateful to be employed by a multinational company in the private sector. It meant job security—and that was all that mattered.
Posturing to Laurent Dubois was an easy sacrifice.
My phone buzzed.
Evelyn:Where are you? Are you smooching with the boss one final time???
She was shameless and relentless. I shook my head before tapping away on my screen.
Me:Nah, you’re obviously into him. I’ve left him untouched for you.
Evelyn:I’m a respectable married woman. Well, married anyway.
I chuckled.
Me:I’m on my way.
They’d invited me out for drinks, but truthfully, I didn’t drink much. I was going for the gossip. If anyone had dirt on their bosses, it was the secretaries and PAs.
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My internal clock woke me at 5 a.m. the following morning. Since my budget for alcohol had only stretched to two drinks, I felt surprisingly chipper.
I changed into my running gear and threw on a baggy T-shirt before lacing up my trainers.
