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When he finally glanced away, I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the shiver running up my spine. I went back to the boxes, distracting myself with work.
But as much as I tried to put it out of my mind, I knew I would never forget the moments when his skin touched mine.
God, I needed to get laid.
Chapter Four
Back at theoffice the next morning, I made sure all accessories were put back in their places, sunglasses, belts, and all. I took another inventory. Everything matched up with my checklist from the night before. No one stole from Darkest Days with me on the job.
When it was all put away, I tried to sneak out for a break without anyone seeing me. My sister Faith was waiting for me on the first floor near the entrance so we could get lunch together. She called out when she saw me.
"Hey, Hope! You ready?"
"Shh!!" I waved my hands and looked around surreptitiously. "Come on, let's go before anyone notices." I pulled her onto the street.
"What's with the sneaking?" she asked. "Even interns are allowed a lunch break."
I made a face. "The moment I sit down is always when my boss Janet comes looking for me. I've taken to chugging a coffee and cramming a sandwich into my mouth in the women's washroom."
"Let's go to that cafe a few blocks away. It's kind of sketchy. No one ever goes there so your boss won't catch you sitting down."
Faith was right. The place was kind of sketchy, with rickety tables and mismatched chairs, but that just meant the line to order wasn't long. We had our coffee and sandwiches within minutes. I was surprised my sister would set foot into a place like that, but I took one sip of my coffee and understood.
"This coffee is amazing," I said.
"It's pretty good. Better than you can get at most cafes. Still not as good as a traditional french press espresso, though."
"Coffee snob."
"It's called having refined tastes." Faith sipped at her drink, looking at me intently. "I don't want to sound like a bitch, but you look utterly destroyed."
I ran a hand through my hair, smoothing down the flyaway strands. Although we shared the same dark features, with brown eyes and long brown hair, mine was always tangled while hers was smooth and sleek.
"I feel worse than destroyed. I had to be up at five o'clock in the morning yesterday and I worked until nearly dawn. I'm running on empty."
Not to mention, I'd spent the rest of the night thinking about my encounter with Ian.
Faith made a sympathetic noise. She understood my kind of work all too well.
"Enough of my whining. How did your event go?" I asked. I didn't know exactly what she'd been doing the night before, but she was always throwing one corporate event or another.
"It went pretty well. The client was peeved we didn't have sugar free desserts, but all in all it was great."
"Faith, I'm shocked," I said with a fake gasp. "I can't believe you let something slip through the cracks like that."
She made a face at me. "I told my boss about it three weeks ago. She said it wasn't in the budget. Sugar free cupcakes are more expensive." Faith shook her head. "If I was in charge…"
"Give it another six months and you will be." My phoned pinged. "Sorry, I've got to check this. Janet's always messaging me with stuff to do."
"She messages you on your lunch break?"
"She messaged me twenty-four hours a day." I snuck a quick glance. "Never mind, it's just my CHATTR app."
"I thought you weren't the social media type. I can't stand all that stuff."
"Neither can I, but everyone's on it now. It's a good way to keep up with music and fashion industry trends."
Faith laughed at me. "Keeping up to date with industry trends? Really? That's why you're on it?"
