Page 7 of Personal Foul

I shut the car off and sit back in my seat, shaking my head at my mother’s antics.

If only she knew I had my eye on a woman.

“I wonder if Reagan’s the type to have dinner on the table and waiting,” I murmur before laughing at myself. “Nah, she’s the type who would want dinner waiting on her.”

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Reagan

I don’t knowwhat it is, but ever since Garrett got here, he hasn’t been far from my mind. Every time I walk by someone, his name is on their tongue or I turn around and there he is. It’s driving me mad. Don’t get me started on the flirting, the jokes, the winking, and the smiling.

I step into the elevator and lean against the wall, shutting my eyes. I feel someone step in close to me. I turn my head and open my eyes and come face to face with Garrett Stone standing way too close.

Can I catch a break? Is that asking too much? Is he like the childhood myth of Bloody Mary, say his name three times and Garrett Stone appears?

I look away, shutting my eyes.

“What do you want, Stone?”

“How was your day, Ms. Kelly?” he says lightly, ignoring my question.

“I’m glad it’s over, and yours?”

“Considering I got to see you, I would say it’s pretty great.”

“Does it ever get old?” I turn towards him, crossing my arms over my chest.

To his credit, his eyes don’t drop down. “Does what ever get old?”

“The flirting.”

Garrett softly brushes my hair out of my face. “Don’t worry, soon enough my flirting will become such a normal part of your day you won’t bat an eye.”

I blink, realizing how close we are. Everyone else ignoring us. I try to take a step back, only to push farther into the corner.

“No running away from me now,reina,” he teases.

The elevator dings and everyone makes their way out. Garrett rests his hand on the small of my back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m walking you to your car.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a gentleman.”

I can’t help but scoff while we walk towards my car. His hand still resting on the small of my back. I hit the unlock on the key fob and Garrett opens the door for me. I step out of his hold and instantly miss the warmth of his hand.

Pull it together, Kelly.

“Well, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Garrett leans forward and brushes a soft kiss to my cheek, lingering a bit longer. “Have a great weekend, Reagan.”

“You too.” I slide into the car and hit the locks before turning it on. I watch Garrett tuck his hands into his pockets, walking away.

God, that ass.

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