Page 94 of Chasing Lyric
This isallon me.
Not Dad.
Not Dax.
They were simply doing their jobs.
I didn’t do mine when I was in a relationship as Lyric’s boyfriend. Now we’re suffering the consequences ofmybad judgment.
“Where did you go just now?” Dax asks, seeming more serious.
I exhale with a frown. “She’snevergoing to take me back.”
He steps in beside me, slapping my shoulder. “She will. She has to. If she doesn’t, I’m afraid your pretty face is going to take on this mopey sack-of-shit look forever, and then you’llneverhave a chance with another female again.”
“You really are an asshole.”
He chuckles like he’s making fun of himself. “Right? So, let’s go find Mary-Beth.”
I jerk my head back. “What the hell? Why?”
“Because she’s going shopping for us.”
“There’s thatusagain.”
“Shut up and roll with it. Now, c’mon.” He grabs my arm, yanking me through the hall down to Mary-Beth’s desk. Her eyes shift up the instant she sees Dax, and her lashes flutter like she’s entirely in love with him.
Hell, she probably is.
Most women at Ego Star are.
“Dax…” His name rolls off her tongue like she’s humming it to herself. “How can I help you today?”
He perches on top of her desk, leaning down almost in her face. The guy knows how to play her, that’s for sure. Her breath catches as I stand back watching the whole thing unfold like I’m intruding on their time.
I feel like a damn voyeur.
He does this cocky, lopsided smirk thing and begins his spiel. “Mary-B… sweetness…”
She bats her eyelashes, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
“Can you do a little task for us?”
She glances at me, and I put on my best panty-dropping smile, but she’s instantly back to Dax with star-struck awe in her eyes.
“For me, Mary-B?” he asks.
She giggles, and I want to hurl at this little display of…whatever this is.
She sighs like she’s totally and utterly besotted, or maybe it’s lust as she leans closer to Dax. “I’m working overtime on a Sunday because I’m highly valued, though way underpaid.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “But I doloveit when you call me that.”
He waggles his brows. “I know.” He smirks. “So, do you think you can help us out, Mary-B?”
Her entire body shudders as if hearing her name has sent a shockwave right through her. She bites her bottom lip, obviously trying to be seductive. I feel like I need to leave the room or something.
This shit’sfucking weirdto watch.
“You’re so good to me. Okay, so what I need is for you to go to the store and grab as many Red Vines and Fun Dips as you can find. Plus, a colorful toy for a parrot, a bottle of expensive champagne, and something to put them in, so it’s like a gift basket? You following?” She nods. “Then I need you to find a card, a real nice one with ‘I’m sorry’ or some shit along those lines, and bring all of it back here to put together.”
