Page 82 of Best In Class
I walked her to her front doorstep, and kissed her until Mama opened the door and shooed me away.
Talk about feeling like a giddy teenager!
I’m in the Savannah Lace offices for a design meeting and I couldn’t care less about the damned hospital. I’m excited to see Luna. It’s like it used to be. I am always hungry for her—to see her, to hold her, to be inside her.
Rachel, Nina’s EA, tells me that Luna is in another meeting, and I should head to the conference room.
The office hums with its usual rhythm of low voices on conference calls, laughter, keyboards, and the steady clicks of styluses against tablets.
I stop at the cafeteria and chat with Mira, who insists I should have lunch at Savannah Lace today since she’s made a lamb biriyani to die for. As a lover of Indian food, I’m all in!
Maybe Luna and I can get a table just for ourselves.
Maybe I can hold her hand when no one is watching.
Maybe I can steal a kiss.
Maybe—
“Dom, you haven’t been replying to my messages or answering my calls,” Camy complains as she walks into the conference room where I’m trying to review revised elevations for the north wing of the hospital while not thinking about Luna’s tasty lips.
Camy’s dressed like it’s a fashion show instead of a design meeting, and she slides into the seat beside me with too much perfume and not enough pretense.
“Camy, I don’t work on weekends.”
Camy pouts. “Those were personal messages, Dom.”
I’m just about ready to tell her there is nothing personal between us when she leans in, her breast suggestively brushing against my arm. “There’s an art opening at the Savannah Modern tomorrow night. You should take me.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” I feel Luna’s presence. I don’t have to turn around to know she’s in the room.
“Why not?”
I turn toward Camy, all ease and no apology. “Because I have plans.”
“With?” Her eyes are wide with anger and curiosity.
“My girlfriend.”
Her eyes narrow slightly. “Oh? Someone I know?”
Luna walks around the table, her eyes on me,warning.
I ignore the ‘don’t spill the beans’look. “Yeah, it actually is. It’s Luna. Good morning, Moonbeam.”
Luna stills. So does Camy.
“What?” Camy’s mouth stays open. It’s not an attractive look.
“I. Am. Dating. Luna. Steele,” I enunciate each word. “It’s serious.”
“What?” Camy repeats.
Luna sets her laptop on the table with a loud thud.
Camy looks at Luna’s furious face and then at my smiling one.
“What’s going on here?”
