Page 95 of Positively Pricked
Chapter 32
When his office door shut behind us, I felt myself swallow. I waited, expecting for him to stride to his chair and take a seat, leaving me to stand before him, like some sort of criminal awaiting judgment.
But he didn't. Instead, he turned to me and said, "Tell me."
Confused, I stared up at him. "Tell you what? That I’m sorry? Because I am. Really."
And I meant it, too. After all, this was supposed to be a place of business, not a place of roommate-boyfriend drama.
He frowned. "What the hell?"
I gave a confused shake of my head. "Is that another way of saying, 'Apology not accepted'?"
"Fuck the apology."
"Excuse me?"
"What Iwantis the guy's name."
Nowthatsurprised me. "What? Why?"
"Fergus," he said. "That's the first. What's the last?"
At that moment, I wasn't sure that telling him would be such a great idea, even if I knew, which happily, I didn't. "Actually," I said, "I don't know."
He gave me a look and waited.
"Honestly," I said, "it's not like we're close."
His gaze dipped to my hands, and his mouth tightened. I looked down and wanted to cringe.Oh, crap.I was still holding the flowers. I was so frazzled, I'd practically forgotten.
Stupidly, I tried to explain. "They were, uh, some sort of office warming present."
"Is that so?"
I bit my lip. "Yes?"
He gave me a dubious look. "Uh-huh."
"Well, that's what he said, anyway."
From the look on Zane's face, he wasn't thrilled withthisanswer either. He said, "We have security for a reason."
"I know." I sighed. "And Carla wanted to call them, but…" I hesitated. "I didn't want to cause a scene."
Zane gave me a good, long look before saying, "A scene."
My nerves were frayed, and my stomach was in knots. I heard myself say, "You know, it's really confusing when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Ask a question without a question mark."
He looked toward the window and muttered, "Fuck the question mark."
When he kept looking out the window, I turned my head to see what I was missing. But I saw nothing new, just the usual stunning view of the city below and the clouds above.
I looked back to Zane and studied his face in profile. His eyes were hard, and posture was tight. He was still looking away when he said, "Next time, callme."
