Page 75 of Indiscretion

She scoffed. “Wonder why you’re in such agood mood.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just let me get my work done.”

“Fine,” I huffed. “I have shit to do, too.”

Women.I’ll never understand ’em. One minute they’re smiling, and the next they’re shooting daggers at me. It was just as well, because Naomi looked smoking hot in the turquoise dress she had on. Maybe that’s what it was. Maybe she’d caught me looking at her ass and I didn’t realize it.

A little while later, an email notification popped up on my screen. Naomi had sent me an electronic message to let me know she was going to pick up her sister and would be back in a few hours, rather than walking the ten steps to my office and telling me personally. I guessed her mood hadn’t changed.

At three, I was in the break room making a fresh pot of coffee when she walked in. She frowned upon seeing me, but held up a grocery bag. “I’m just going to eat something quickly.”

“Take your time. Everything go okay getting your sister home?”

“Yes, she’s fine.”

Her response was more than one word and slightly less chilly, but still nowhere near warm. The coffeepot beeped, so I turned and fixed a mug while Naomi unpacked the bag she’d carried in.

It didn’t look like she was much in the mood for conversation, so I figured I’d let her be. But while I was putting the sugar away, I noticed cleaning supplies on the table.

“Is that for here?”

“Yes.”

“Is something dirty? We have a cleaning crew that comes at night, you know?”

“I prefer to do it myself.”

I shrugged. There was a bottle of Lysol spray and a canister of bleach wipes—less cleaning supplies and more disinfectants.

“Are you worried about bringing germs home to your sister?”

“Maybe chlamydia or gonorrhea,” she mumbled under her breath.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She huffed. “Lord knows what germs were left behind from the naked woman at my desk.”

Is that what had her all pissed off? The thought of Emily’s bare ass on her desk? “You know I’m a germaphobe. I wiped that shit down after Emily was finished.”

Naomi’s mouth twisted in what looked like disgust. “I’m glad shefinished.But I think I’ll make sure it’s actually clean.” She picked up her plastic lunch container and stood abruptly. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

Huh?I blinked a few times and backtracked through our conversation. “Wait. I didn’t meanfinishedfinished.Emily didn’t come on your desk, if that’s what you’re implying.”

My clarification didn’t relax her twisted mouth at all. She walked to the garbage and tossed in her untouched lunch. “Really? And here I thought you’d be better than that.”

“Better than tha…” I shook my head. “I didn’tfuckEmily. Is that what you’re implying?”

Without looking at me, she scooped up her disinfectants and hurried from the break room. I followed on her heels.

“Naomi, talk to me.”

She kept walking. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing happened with Emily.”

At her desk, she popped the top off a can and proceeded to spray every inch of surface.

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