Page 149 of A Major Puck Up

I kiss him one more time and leave it at that. He needs to do this his way. But with my lips, through my kiss, I tell him exactly how I feel. I love him unconditionally. And I always will.

I wander the halls of Langfield Corp, in awe, as Gavin’s former secretary, Stacey, leads me to Sara’s office.

She pauses in front of a door and knocks. “I’ll leave you here, but if you need anything, stop by my office on the way out.”

“Thanks,” I reply as she strides away.

I’m still turned, surveying the hall, when the door swings open and I’m dragged into the office by a pink flash.

“What the hell?” I say as I steady myself.

“I said the same thing when this loud, bossy woman showed up here and told me she was joining us for lunch,” Sara says, pointing toward said loud, bossy woman, also known as Lennox Kennedy, who is beaming like a lunatic.

Behind her is a woman I haven’t met. She has vibrant red hair and she’s dressed in all cream. Her lips are pinched, as if she can’t quite find her bearings. She’s lovely, with keen green eyes. She’s clearly scrutinizing me silently, trying to read me without saying hello.

“Don’t lie and say you aren’t excited to see me,” Lennox teases as she pulls me in for a hug.

“Am I supposed to lie and pretend I didn’t see you yesterday?” I say, not nearly quiet enough to ensure the other women don’t hear.

She scoffs as she releases me. “No, I told Sara the truth.”

I wave at the quiet woman behind her, and she says a muted hello.

“You didn’t tell the truth,” Sara quips, but her lips are tipped up in a smile. Her blue eyes are bright when she turns to me. “Caught her walking out of my bedroom naked as the day she was born when I stopped in to pick up a couple of things.”

“Yeah, a couple of your ‘toys.’” Lennox holds up a hand, pantomiming a rather large phallic-shaped item. “Don’t let that innocent blonde persona fool ya, Millie. The girl’s a freak in the bedroom.”

Sara licks her lips and shrugs.

“Why were you naked?” the girl sitting in the corner asks in the most beautiful lilt. She’s got a raspy voice that sounds a bit like an angel.

Lennox props herself up against Sara’s desk with a humph. “I don’t like wearing clothes when I’m at home.” She runs her hands down her body, as if she’s on display. “This all takes a lot of work.”

I cough out a laugh. This girl is the opposite of modest. Lennox is bold in her personality and her wardrobe. Right now she’s dressed in a hot-pink wrap top that accentuates her breasts and shows off a strip of her stomach. She’s paired it with white-washed jeans that have more holes in them than fabric. Combine that with her hot-pink hair and glossy lipstick, and she’s one hell of a sight. The woman demands attention, and I’m happy to give it to her.

Sara snorts. “Key words being at home. That isn’t your home, it’s mine.”

“Please, you’ll be married and popping out little hockey player babies any day now. You don’t need an apartment on the singles floor.”

Sara turns a shade of rosy pink. “Don’t give Brooks any ideas.”

Lennox lifts her chin and assesses her. “Like anyone needs to put that idea into his head. He’s got googly eyes and dreams galore when it comes to you.”

A brunette in sky high heels, a black pencil skirt, and a green tapered shirt appears in the doorway, causing us all to turn.

“It has been a day. Beckett is on the warpath because Cortney put a bucket of blue glitter above his door, and when he walked in, poof”—she holds her hands up and flashes her fingers like a fireworks display—“the man is a walking, talking Lisa Frank art project. I need lunch, and by lunch, I mean alcohol—oh my god,” the woman says, her cheeks flaming. “There are a lot of people in here.”

Sara stands and plucks her purse off her desk. “Hannah, this is Millie, Gavin Langfield’s girlfriend and Daniel Hall’s sister?—”

The way she arches her brows and emphasizes my brother’s name piques my curiosity. Lips pressed together, I study Hannah. What’s the deal there? But then the other part of that sentence registers, and I choke on air.

“G-girlfriend?” I gape.

It’s true, yeah, but we’ve yet to use that label. Plus, I had no intention of going public with our relationship until Gavin talked to my father.

Sara shoos me out the door. “Please, everyone saw you two holding hands at the family skate yesterday. Cat’s out of the bag, Mills.”

“And you know what they say about pussy,” Lennox adds.

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