Page 29 of Sassy Love
It doesn’t. The instant I open my eyes, she saunters away. Those hips, that ass taunting me as she flicks her long hair over one shoulder.
Wait . . . when did she take it down?
“Never mind. In a few measly months, you and Nancy will have to part ways, and she will be my copy bitch.”
I fly out of my chair so fast it topples over. Rounding the desk, I close the distance between us and fly into her space like it’s the last parking spot at the fucking Super Bowl. Tightness in my chest has me tugging at my tie, tilting my head as I glare at her.
“Watch that damn mouth of yours,” I growl.
Her brown eyes study my face as her lips part. When her gaze narrows, I know vitriol is about to spew from those red lips that have snagged my attention. “Rawlins, my mouth is none of your business. And unless you want to leave early with a sexual harassment charge, back the fuck up.”
“What cold part of hell did you crawl out of?” I hiss.
“Hot.”
I jerk my head back. “What?”
“Hell is hot, everyone knows that.”
“God, you are a child.”
“Takes one to know one.”
Fucking hell.
“I have work to do,” I say with a sigh and turn to make for my desk. It’s then I see the whole of the staff room staring at us. Their expressions range from stunned to amused and everything in between.
Something creaks behind me. I spin back, fully expecting something hard flying in the general direction of my head.
What I find is worse.
Lamont is sitting side saddle on the desk, her face enraptured by faux lust. “Oh Lawson, the copier needs you. Only you. Please, you have to help me.” Her hands work over her chest, up her neck as her head falls back, her eyes fluttering shut.
Something brown tweed and horrified moves to my left.
Nadia.
She-devil continues, “Ah . . . Oh, Lawso?—”
“Enough!” I close the distance between us in two strides and haul her off the desk.
She slaps me. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
I dare a glance back at Nadia. The spot where she stood is now empty. Her hunched over figure hurries through the desks and down the hall.
I turn on Lamont. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Me? You’re the one who is fraternizing with the subordinates. Making an idiot of yourself with your Mr. Goody Two-Shoes horseshit! If anyone needs a reality check, it’s you!”
The door opens. “Both of you. In my office. Now.” Serelle’s goodhearted smiles and gentle ways are nowhere to be found as she glares at me and then Lamont.
When neither of us responds, she snaps, “Move.”
Lamont jolts to life, her face turning from stunned to mortified in a heartbeat as she walks out of the office and holds her head high, drifting through the rows of our shocked peers. All except Bob, who, of course, has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
I pin him with my dirtiest look as I pass his desk.
Lamont won’t look at me when we sit in the chairs we were in only this morning.
