Page 10 of My Hottest Obsession

I laugh as I pass her and head into Theo’s office.

“Hey,” I greet him as I drop down into the chair.

The pink velvet chair and footstool are still in here, and I grin as I prop my feet up onto it.

“I’m busy,” Theo tells me, not even glancing up from the papers in front of him.

“Yeah, what’s going on around here? Everyone seems stressed.”

“They’reworking,” he stresses. “You should try it sometime.”

“I work, but I’m not a maniac about it.”

He rolls his eyes, and I lean back in my chair and unwrap my sandwich. He glances up as I take a bite, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. I pass him half, and he mumbles a thank you before he shoves half the sandwich in his mouth.

“You should take a break and eat something. Clara! Can you order lunch, please?” I call.

“Sure thing, Adrien!”

Theo glares at her as she heads back to her desk, but he doesn’t stop her or ask her not to. He must not have had breakfast this morning. Now that I think about it, he looks tired. I bet he stayed up half of the night working. He probably didn’t eat dinner last night or breakfast this morning. That’s not odd, but usually, Clara would have forced him to take a break and eat something by now.

“Lunch,” Clara announces as she walks in, and I smile.

That was impossibly fast, so I’m guessing she ordered food long before I asked.

“Thanks,” I say, taking the bags from her.

I glance at Theo, and when he doesn’t say anything, I clear my throat. He glances at me, and I shake the food at him.

“Oh, thanks,” he says.

“No problem.”

Clara heads back to her desk, and I open the bag and laugh as I pull out the tacos.

“You must have pissed off Clara, huh?” I ask, and he makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat as he takes the taco from me.

He glances at Clara through the glass, and I expect him to glare at her, but instead, he looks almost… apologetic.

“Why are you here?” Theo asks me as he unwraps his taco and takes a bite.

He looks disgusted as he chews, and I pass him my water. I know that it’s not really the taste that makes Theo hate tacos. It’s the memories attached to the food.

He practically swallows his taco whole and drains the rest of my water bottle.

“Goldie kissed me.”

He looks up at me like he’s trying to decide if I’m starting to go crazy.

“In the lobby downstairs,” I add.

“Clara! Can you make a doctor’s appointment for Adrien? He’s starting to be delusional,” he yells to her before he goes back to his papers.

“I’m not making it up. She kissed me, and it was awesome.”

“She kissed you.She,” he stresses, “kissedyou. And you don’t think that you’re losing it. Okay, sure.”

“Check the security footage. It happened.”

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