Page 94 of Meet Me at Midnight

I pick up my phone and type out a message.

ElizaBeth: Holy hell.

ThunderStruck: Yeah. Tomorrow night, I’m going to need the real thing.

ElizaBeth: Me too.

I know we’re headed for a train wreck, but there’s no stopping this now.

Another two weeks of being locked tight in the sexy embrace of a secret rendezvous with June, and I don’t see any way for me to stop. I don’t see any way out of this at all.Because you’re falling for her.

Yeah. I am.

I don’t want this thing between us to be a secret anymore, was more than ready to announce the good news to my family right after Thanksgiving, but my gorgeous June is dragging her feet a bit.

I’ve made a point not to read into it, knowing her hesitancy stems from not knowing what Avery’s reaction will be, and instead of pushing her, I’ve set my sights on enjoying every little moment I can steal.

Take now, for example. She stopped in my office to drop off some files for the Dalencia Fashion campaign, and while I did need the shit inside said files, I need her more.

“Bye, Beau,” June says, a little smile on her lips, and I grab her hip, tugging her back toward my desk.

“No,” I whisper. “Don’t go.” It’s a whine and I know it, and she laughs at me before pulling her hand away and pointing at the door.

“I know it’s getting stressful, but you need to focus, okay? The pitch for your campaign is in less than two weeks, and as I’ve said previously, Seth is up tosomething.”

I frown. “I’d rather flirt with you.”

“Beau.”

“Come on, June,” I beg because I’m not above begging when it comes to her. “Help me procrastinate.”

She shakes her head cutely, her red hair dusting at the tops of her breasts. I try not to imagine the feel of them as I groan again.

“If you’d let me tell you what he’s doing, maybe you’d have time left over to—”

I shove back in my chair and sigh. “No. I don’t want to know.”

“Okay, then. That’s what I thought. And you know what? I even respect it. But yeah, I can’t distract you. I’m sorry.”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes dramatically. “Go work, then.”

She snorts. “I’m going. But you have to let go of my leg.”

“I’m not holding your leg,” I lie. I’m most definitely holding on to her leg, and now I’m running my fingers up her thigh. But just when I start to slide under her skirt, she pulls away on a giggle.

“You’re insane,” she says, still giggling as she waves a hand softly before spinning toward the door. She’s almost out of it when Avery appears, shoving her back in and closing both her and June in my office.

I settle back into my chair. If my sister’s history is anything to go by, I can expect this to be good. “You need something?” I ask.

“Christmas Eve,” Avery says, and I steeple my arms on the edges of my chair and rest my chin on top of my hands.

“Generally speaking, Christmas Eve is a great day to spend time with family…”

“Shut up, Beau,” Avery says as her eyes roll heavenward. “We need to talk about the specifics ofourChristmas Eve.”

“Oh God,” June says with a moan, and I stifle the urge to laugh.

“Don’tOh Godme, Juniper Perry.” Avery glares at her. “Last year was a disaster, and you know it. I want to set ground rules for this year.”

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