Page 7 of Best In Class
You have no business getting hurt! He’s not yours. He’s hers. And it’s not like you’re celibate. Remember that time in Charleston?
That was a one-night stand. Camy is dating the motherfucker! And Charleston was over a year ago!
And that brings me to another question: how long has it been since I had sex?
I ignore thehappy coupleand focus on the screen as Nova turns it on. “All right, folks,” she says cheerfully. “Let’s kick off the biggest project Savannah’s seen in a decade.”
I go first, and after the general ‘thanks for being here’ nonsense pleasantries, I dive into the meat of our kick-off discussions.
“Dom and I are co-leading design. We’ve divided responsibilities—he’ll take structure and form, I’ll handle spatial programming and regulatory compliance. Our goal is a fully integrated healing environment: sustainable, tech-forward, and patient-centric.”
I look around the room, lazily running my eyes over Dom.
“Now, let’s talk scope. This project is massive, so we’re going to phase it, obviously. Dom?”
Dom reclines in his chair, and I don’t miss the way Camy’s scarlet-tipped fingers rest lightly on his forearm—the one with those goddamn veins.
When he shifts, her hand slips away.
“We start with site analysis and zoning coordination, while Luna’s team begins compliance audits and community engagement. We work in parallel, Luna and I, fast and tight.”
I raise a brow because he says that last part with just enough suggestion to make my special places tingle.
Dom smirks. The asshole knows exactly what he’s doing.
Nova sees the drama and flips to the next slide, urging me to continue presenting, which I do. “We’ll be using a hybrid delivery model. Design-build for the exterior shell,CM-at-risk for the medical interiors. This allows flexibility for revisions and still keeps us within budget and timeline.”
Jason frowns. “Is that practical for something this complex? I mean, a vertical garden? Solar shading? Don’t you think that’s a little…fluffy?”
I turn to face him. “This is the project that Tommy and the Minton Group signed off on.”
Jason shrugs. “Yeah, but…I mean, we can keep making changes, right? Because there’s?—”
“No,” I interrupt him emphatically. “Andit’s not fluffy. It’s biophilic design, which research says reduces patient stress, lowers readmission rates, and increases staff productivity.Fluffydoesn’t drive those numbers.”
Jason opens his mouth again, but Dom cuts in smoothly, “We ran the projections. You’ll see them in the appendix. Luna’s methodology isn’t just sound—it’s smart.”
Jason scoffs, slightly chastened.
What the fuck?Is Dom playing backup?
He smiles at me and hope blooms inside me.
Just then, Camy leans in, her lips grazing his ear like a secret meant to be seen as she whispers something that makes him nod.
My blood roars as a possessiveness I always feel for Dom surges through me.
Hands off my man, bitch.
My reaction tells me what I’ve known since this whole ‘work together’nonsense started, that it’s going to behell. I’ve not been as focused as I usually am. Dom distracts me. Now,with Camy added to the pot, it’s worse. I can’t stand seeing him with another woman.
When he was in New York, it was easier. I didn’t know what he was doing. But now it’s in my face.
It hurts.
God, it hurts!
After the meeting, which seemed interminable, he follows me into my office. He leans against the doorway, his stance lazy as I get settled at my desk.
