Page 36 of Shadowed Obsession

I squint to focus on them, believing that it’s the high and I am just seeing things. I must be seeing things.

Are those celosias? On a Thursday? Oh my God.

She climbs atop the bench and retrieves a note from the large bouquet.

For the birthday girl.

I hope your day is as beautiful as you are.

Con amor, Scar. :)

“Ooh. Who’s Scar?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

My mind races for an excuse that would make sense, because I can’t exactly tell the truth without them freaking out, can I?

Scar is a tall, dark, and chiseled pain in my ass.

“So, a funny story about that. I have a secret admirer,” I try out, with a forced smile.

“Really now? Is it somebody from work?” Skye asks, her brow raised.

“I suspect it’s someone on our payroll, and I’m the boss so nothing can happen anyway,” I say with a shrug.

Good one! Not a complete lie either.

“Right, but celosias? Dee.” she says dramatically, her face wearing an incredulous expression. “Yougottafuck him. At least once. I don’t make the rules.”

“I can’t date anyone that’s a part of my staff, so, that’s a no for me.”

“Bullshit. You’ve shit where you’ve eaten before, with—” She pauses, her lips forming a thin line. “I’m so sorry,” Skye apologizes, her eyes wide.

Alora chimes in, breaking up the awkward moment. “That’s completely understandable. Dee is a professional and has a lot on the line that she wouldn’t throw away for dick.”

“Thank you very much,” I say, grateful for the save.

“So, when did it start?” Alora asks, staring expectantly at me.

“A few weeks ago.”

Her brows knit, and she shares a look with Skye. I know that look. It’s thethis girl is lying and thinks we must be stupidlook.

“What are you not telling us?” Alora asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

I’m too high for this shit, and I won’t make it through this interrogation.

“Nothing. I don’t know the guy,” I rush out, wishing the conversation were already over.

“But he had flowers sent to yourhouse. Not just any flowers either. Are you sure you don’t know them?” she asks, staring expectantly.

“It’s my birthday, dammit. I don’t want to play a game of questions,” I whine, now mad that they’re ruining my high.

“Well, that’s too damn bad, ain’t it?” Skye says with a cackle.

Here we go.

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cherry smash & a chaser

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