Page 9 of Honey, Honey
I arched an eyebrow at her. “Work is what I’m doing. What we’re both supposed to be doing.”
She sighed heavily. “You’re no fun when you’re in a grump funk.”
I wasn’t even going to touch on that. “Work, Addie. I need an update on the conference.”
“Oh, all right,” she sighed, snapping open her agenda book. “It’s still on. You have meetings starting first thing tomorrow morning.”
I relaxed at her words. Good. “First thing is good,” I said. If I was busy with work, then I wasn’t going to be thinking about a barista, or the way her name rolled off my fucking tongue like it was a name I had said a million times before--like it belonged there. I didn’t like the taste of that shit.
Not one fucking bit.
I rose from my desk and grabbed the tablet to the side of my desk. “We need to go over the numbers for the Kinishewa merger.” I was off and walking, already having crossed half of the room when I heard Addie stand from her seat with a heavy sigh.
“I’ll get those right to you, boss.”
I gave her a jerky nod and continued forward. “Good. I need to speak to Williams about an invoice. I’ll meet you in five.” Addie made a noncommittal sound and I knew she didn’t like my decision to skip her topic of choice, but that she was at least on board with work. I opened the door, holding it for Addie to pass by me and then I set off towards Williams’ desk. It wasn’t completely true. I’d already seen the invoices and triple checked the figures for the Kinishewa merger, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was a convenient get away which, for better or worse, was for a man like me.
I almost grimaced at the thought. A man like me….what the fuck did that even mean anymore. All I did was work, eyes focused on tomorrow. I was driven to never see the bottom again, but the more I grabbed the more I wondered why.
Why any of it really?
I didn’t have to work. Not another day in my life if I didn’t want. But if I did that I’d be going soft. My lip curled at the thought. Soft. Turning into some paunch-bellied out of touch idiot that spent more time on a golf course or throwing their weight around at an overpriced bistro while they fell into an existence that was equal parts irrelevant and self-loathing.
Soft.
That was never going to happen, not if I had a damn thing to do with it. I’d rather fight every damn day of my life than be that kind of man. Money was nothing if there was no power behind it, and power came from respect. If I had to work every last day of my life it would be worth it to stay at the top. And that was why I worked the hours I did, why I turned away from any comfort or attachment that might weaken me.
Why I had to stay away from a woman like Honey.
She was gentle and soft. I could see it, even if she tried to hide it. Knowing that she made an effort to keep it close and secret had me wanting to protect her, let her be as soft and gentle as she wanted. Because there was nothing to fear with a man like me at her back. If she was my woman, my little girl…there would be nothing in the world that wouldn’t be hers. The bitchy blonde’s face swam back into my vision and I gritted my teeth.
She’d treated Honey like trash. Like she was beneath her. If I hadn’t been there things would have gone south for Honey. I knew down to my bones the big mouth blonde would have caused a scene until Honey was forced to bend and break.
But would it have happened at all if you hadn’t been there?
I huffed out a breath, walking faster. Honey had gotten shit from the blonde for flirting with me. If I hadn’t been there, she would have been safe from a Karen’s power trip.
Would she have been?
“She would have been fine,” I muttered out loud, but the words sounded hollow. That’d only be true if Honey didn’t have the mind to flirt with anyone that morning. There was nothing to stop her from turning her smile on someone else and still catching shit.
I felt my eyes narrow. A spark of anger coming to life in me at the thought Honey might give anyone else even half the attention she had sent my way that morning.
She shouldn’t be flirting with anyone else but me. The anger roared to life like a wildfire and swept over me in a rush. If another man got close to her... They wouldn’t lay a single finger on her beautiful tanned skin, her smile, her body...her fucking body was for me and me alone. If she even fucking looked at someone else I would put them through the wall.
“She’s mine.”
Those two damn words came out of my fucking mouth before I could stop them and I let out a silent prayer of thanks I was alone. It was bad enough I’d said the fucking thing. I didn’t need anyone knowing I was losing my mind over a woman I had met that morning and spent less than 15 minutes with like a lovesick pre-teen.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Get it together. Stop talking to yourself,” I growled. “Forget her.” I straightened my shoulders and set off down the hallway. I went to Williams’ office even though I already knew what the numbers would be.
Anything was better than thinking about her, or the fact that I hadn’t bothered to throw away the coffee cup that still sat on my desk.
Chapter Four
HONEY
I climbed the stairs to my apartment with a groan and a roll of my shoulders. I was soaking wet from the early spring downpour I’d gotten caught in and I shook out my drenched hoodie. I hadn’t planned on staying out as long as I had, but there’d been no way around it with the way my jobs had been spaced out that day. Uptown, midtown, hell I had even been clear out in Brooklyn before finally coming home.
