Page 35 of Until You're Breathless

ThereasonIcouldn’tsleep? Bowie. I don’t know what to fucking do. The way she looks at me. The way I look at her. We’ve been spending a fuck ton of time together, and I feel like it still isn’t enough. I told myself that this wouldn’t be a problem. I told myself that we wouldn’t go down this road. But that look in her eyes tells me otherwise. Tammy walks into my office with a quick knock first, indicating that it’s her. She’s holding a file folder in her hand, which she lies on the desk, leaning a little too much over.

“Tammy...” I warn. She never does this during business hours and knows better.

“Why don’t you look at me anymore?”

“Because I’m busy preparing for the most important deal of my life, that’s why.”

“It’s because of Bowie, isn’t it.”

“No, it’s not.” I lie, but it’s none of her fucking business, and I’d rather not tell her. We’re not girlfriends.

“I see you two together.”

“You see nothing, and we’ve talked about this.” Tammy has never behaved like a teenager, but this behavior is close to it. “Do we need to have another talk?”

“If by talk you mean fuck, sure.”

I draw in a deep breath and let it out.

“I can lock the door and get on my knees right now if you want to, Jagger. It’s been weeks.”

Just the mention of head from her used to get me hard, but now it just annoys me. “Look, maybe later, okay? It’s too risky right now.” I lie, just wanting to throw her off. “You better get out of here. With the door closed it looks suspicious.”

“To whom.” She accuses. “And forget about it. I know that you have a meeting with Bowie later, so unlessshegives you head, you’re out of luck. I’m done waiting for you.”

Thank fucking Christ. “I’m sorry you feel that way.” I say for good measure. She all but pouts and leaves my office as requested.

Not two minutes later, Rush storms into my office, without bothering to knock. “Don’t you have an office? A job?”

“Quit being a fucktard.” Rush spits back. “Look, we need to talk.”

I sigh. “It seems like that’s on everyone’s minds today.”

“Tammy’s got to go.” He says flatly. “Halen’s got someone waiting for you.”

I don’t want to give up this easily. I need to know why, but if I ask, it’ll make it too obvious. “Why does she need to go.”

“Because she’s making the hens ancy, man. You know this. Every chick and every dude in this place knows that you’re banging her.”

Everyone?Dare I ask...

“Before you ask, yes, both Bowie and Jinny know, too. The girl might as well wear a fucking sandwich board and piss all over your desk since Bowie started.”

I don’t even think about it. “Fine. She’s gone. Next.”

“Good. That’s all I had.”

“You seem awfully worked up for just having one issue.”

“I figured you’d fight me more.” He raises a brow. “How come you didn’t fight me more.”

“What’s to fight about. If she’s a distraction she’s a distraction. End of discussion.”

“But you’ve been fucking her for a while.” He says, and I’m pretty sure he’s already where he wants to be in his thought process. “I get it.”

“You get nothing and drop it.”

“Is this going to be another problem?”

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