Page 35 of Accidental Theirs
He nods, taking out his kit with the stamp, and I don’t bother reading through the contract this time. If Damien thinks this merger is the right thing, then I do, too.
I have to trust him. He’s never given me a reason not to.
“Are you coming out for drinks, sir?” Roland asks Damien, and I look at him, surprised that he’s even asking.
Damien always says no, and with him being so exhausted, he’ll?—
“Sure.”
I whirl around to face him. “Sure? You’re going out?”
His shoulders stiffen. “Why not?”
I shrug. “You just don’t usually socialize with co-workers.”
“I’m trying to change.”
Roland smiles. “It was fun the other night! See you there, boss.”
Damien turns to me when Roland walks out of the office. “Are you going?”
“Sure,” I drawl, mimicking him, but he doesn’t laugh.
“Buy me a drink?”
There’s something about his voice that makes me freeze. It’s low, almost teasing.
“Y-yeah.” I’m oddly flustered as I walk out of the office and shut the door on him and those piercing blue eyes of his.
Roland stands over at the water cooler, whispering with Marie, and when I walk up, they go quiet.
“What were you two talking about?”
Marie giggles, but Roland gives her a withering look.
“Just that you and the boss have been getting along lately.”
“We always got along.”
He shrugs. “Sure, but it seems like you’refriendsnow.”
I cross my arms over my chest, feeling defensive. “So, what? I’m friends with you guys, and you’re my employees.”
“Fraternization is frowned upon,” Marie says in a sing-song voice, and I snort.
“Imade the fraternization policy. There’s nothing wrong with work friendships, just workrelationships.”
Roland shrugs. “Friendships turn into relationships.”
I huff out a breath and storm away as they both chuckle.
With friends like these, who needs enemies?
The rest of the workday goes by easily, and when it’s over, I decide to just go out in my skirt and blouse, not bothering to go home and just sprucing up my makeup.
At the club, some new place called Glory, there are go-go dancers in cages, and it’s kind of a wild atmosphere.
Damien stands out like a sore thumb in his simple suit, standing over by the bar with a drink and looking incredibly lost.
