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I bent down, cursing Ambrose and Astrid for their messiness, and shoved the papers back into their recycling.
But just before I slammed the lid back down, something insane caught my eye, andsuddenly I knew.
I knew who Astrid’s baby daddy was
CHAPTER 11
Ambrose
Itried to concentrate on what Dr. González was saying during the faculty meeting, but my mind kept wandering.
Indi with that adorable frown on her face, Indi with her nose wrinkled up
The way she used to sing to the garden because she said it made the plants grow better
Indi in front of me on the bed, her back arched, that rich auburn color spilled all over her back as I buried my hands in her hair, smelling her scent, whispering filthy things in her ear that I could barely believe were coming out of my own mouth.
Filthy, raunchy, dirty things, because somehow the way she looked at me, with that light, wicked look in her eyes always drove me mad. . .
My cock stiffened in my pants, not a very comfortable thing at a faculty meeting, and I shifted, trying inconspicuously to slide my briefcase into my lap so no one would notice my cock was at attention, when Dr. González turned to face me.
“Dr. Hargreaves, we’ve received a really concerning video, and unfortunately it’s necessary to play it for the Archaeology faculty as the election for the new Chair is coming up.Thisdoescast some doubt in your ability to lead the department in a professional manner.”
I stiffened in my chair, my hands tightening on the briefcase.
What now
Dr. González pointed his projector at the screen and an image of a giant, yellow hot air balloon came into view.
Oh shit
He played the entire episode for the rest of the faculty, my coworkers watching in stunned silence as I leaped onto the screen, and the laughter began as I swung a punch at Finn. At first the laughter was quiet, then it got louder as I took his fist directly on the chin, and finally they broke out into open guffaws as Astrid began to hit me with the ice scraper on the back.
My face was contorted in pain as I tried to dodge her blows, and that was where Dr. González paused the video, my mouth opened in a very unattractive manner, my glasses sliding down my nose.
“Several weeks ago,” Dr. González said, “I was attending a dinner party at your house where evidence came forth that you had been annoying your ex-wife, and here I see video evidence that you have been annoying her again and engaging in boorish fisticuffs with her new lover. This is becoming an obsession with you, Dr. Hargreaves. Explain yourself.”
My colleagues were laughing openly now, nudging each other and asking if they could get the video sent to them.
My cheeks burned, and my coworkers did not help with statements like:
Oh wow, Indigo really traded up, didn’t she?
Isn’t that Finn O'Donoghue? Oh my god, he is so hot
Ugh, I wish Ambrose wasn’t in the way, I can only see half of Finn here
Ambrose, is there any way to edit you out of this footage
Did you see those paparazzi pics of Finn on a yacht? The one where you can see how big his. . .you know is? Damn, Indi is so lucky
My throat felt scratchy and raw and I swallowed convulsively.
“I—know this doesn’t look good. I’m—just trying to tell her how I feel.”
“Do you need to take a leave of absence?” Dr. González asked, his voice clipped and disapproving. “You need to get a hold of yourself. This is very embarrassing behavior.”
I slunk home like a dog.
