Page 12 of My Hottest Obsession

“No, I just won’t be back at work today.”

“It’s okay. Call me if I can do anything.”

“I will. Thanks.”

She hangs up, and I drop the phone back in the cradle. I hope that Lottie is okay. I know how much she means to Goldie.

I look at the papers on my desk and sigh. I guess I’ll get back to work.

I scrub my fingers down my face as I turn to face the crystal clear windows. Looks like I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to figure out what to do about Goldie and our kiss.

FIVE

Goldie

I should just quit.

I was so worried when Lottie tripped and hit her head yesterday as we were leaving lunch. She didn’t lose consciousness or anything, but we were all pretty freaked out. She’s okay, just has a nasty bruise and will have to rest for the next few days.

The only good thing to come out of all of that mess was that I didn’t have to see Adrien again yesterday after our kiss. I needed that time to wrap my head around everything that had happened yesterday and come up with a plan for going forward.

That plan is to pretend like my lips have never touched my boss’s. I’m going to act like nothing happened, like my whole world wasn’t rocked when we made out in the lobby. If I can force us to go back to the status quo, then everything will be fine. Our kiss will just be a blip.

I’m not going to be able to pull it off.

Even now, as I ride up to our floor in the elevator, I can feel my body start to heat. I’m sure that I have a blush, and I look down, checking to make sure that my hard nipples aren’t poking into the thin material of my shirt.

They are.

Dammit. Why did I pick this outfit? I should have worn layers!

I want him. I want him, and I’m not sure that I can keep resisting him after I’ve had a taste of him.

Which brings me back to quitting. Except I can’t. Not if I want things like an apartment and food. I need this job, and I can’t leave without something else lined up.

I try to remember that as I ride up to our floor.

I couldn’t even make it through lunch with Lottie yesterday without breaking down and telling her what actually happened. She laughed for quite some time and told me I was an idiot. I couldn’t agree with her more.

The elevator doors slide open, and I’m not even surprised to see Adrien already there, standing next to my desk with a shit-eating grin.

“Goldie.”

“Morning, Boss Man,” I say, passing him a cup of coffee like I do every other morning.

“I got you something, too,” he tells me, and I turn.

“Hmm, oh.”

My eyes widen when I see the enormous bouquet of flowers taking up half of my desk.

“Oh, no.”

“You don’t like roses?” He asks me.

“Not from you,” I blurt out, and he laughs.

I glare at him, but that only makes him grin wider. I hang my bag up and drop my phone onto my desk before I scoop up the flowers and march into his office. I set them down on the coffee table in the corner of his room, making sure they’re centered before I turn around.

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