Page 6 of Loving Leo

“Little shit,” I murmur as I smooth my tie down and take a seat in my chair. I know he wiped it down because I saw him do it, my eyes intent on the footage while I lay in bed last night.

But for some reason, I can still smell him here and it makes my skin prickle and my stomach roil with frustration.

No one should be getting off in my office and making a profit off it. I worked hard to get where I am today. I don’t want someone taking advantage of me.

Like her.

It makes me upset.

Leaning back, I pull up my calendar for the day. I have a lot of meetings to attend, financials to go over and most importantly, lunch with my sister. I don’t have time to deal with little brats who feel entitled to my space.

Just fire him and be done with it, my mind screams and yet, for some reason, I hold back. I don’t call the company that runs the janitorial team and demand his termination. No. I wait.

I want to see what he does tonight before I make my decision.

Because while I’m pissed he did it again, for some reason, I’m also intrigued.

“What’s on your mind, Heath?”my sister asks with a grin, her dark hair cut into a cute little bob, her blue eyes sparking as she watches me. She can read me like a book. Always has, always will. I fucking hate that she has this ability. Probably because the two of us were so close growing up.

That’s what happens when you have shitty parents like we did.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“No, you look constipated, which means that you’re upset about something. Something’s not gone to plan.”

She can say that again. That little cleaner has been occupying far too much space in my mind and I can’t get rid of him. I sat in my meetings all day and he popped up, his legs spread, his mouth blathering on all while he shoved a dildo up his ass.

“Everything’s to plan.”

She grins and shakes her head, spearing a bit of salad on her fork. “You’re a terrible liar. I know something’s not right. And I will find out what it is. Is it Lana?”

I frown at that. “I don’t want to talk about her.”

“Why ever not?” she asks dryly.

“I just don’t.”

“Because she’s a wench and terrible?”

I eye my sister and shake my head. “I’m not doing this with you, especially not right now.”

“But you love me and I love tea. So tell me, what’s been going on? Why are you so grumpy? I mean, you’re usually grumpy but you’re more so than usual today.”

She places her chin on her hands and bats her long eyelashes at me.

“I’m not telling you a thing. I know how you keep a secret.”

She gasps. “Heath. That was once when I was five. You can’t hold it against me forever.”

“I sure can.”

She rolls her eyes and then stabs angrily at a tomato. “Fine. Be aboob. I hate you anyway. Don’t care a lick about what’s going on in your boring life.”

My lips twitch and I lean back in my chair, feeling like I’ve won this round.

“Do you really want to know?” I ask and she peers up at me.

“Tell me immediately or I won’t bring you tacos or margaritas for our next hang out.”

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