Page 94 of Kiss and Tell
Somehow Peter had found out. He’d found out about me and Connor. And he’dtold on me,as if we were kids on a playground tattling to the teacher.
I ground my teeth together.
He’d been telling me for weeks that I should be putting more of my time and energy into his projects. He’d been upset more than once that I’d delivered his work late. I’d worried he’d make good on his threat to spread lies about me.
But he’d done something even worse.
He’d spread a truth.
A truth I’d had to deny.
A part of me felt guilty I lied about my relationship with Connor. I had to pretend he wasn’t important to me, when he was quickly turning intothemost important thing.
But I couldn’t have acknowledged it as true. After what my boss and that People Manager had said, I knew all my fears had been well founded. Being with Connor was a risk.
Before, I’d been willing to take that risk.
Was I still willing now? Now that I knew how close people were to finding out the truth?
My stomach roiled.
I’d work so hard to get where I was. But my feelings for Connor were growing by the day.
Shit.
I groaned and thumped my head against the steering wheel.
I didn’t know what to do. But I knew where I had to go.
I dug in my bag for my keys, started up the car and pulled out of the company parking lot.
I’d left work early so the day was still bright and sunny by the time I got to Connor’s place. I parked and made my way to his apartment door. I knocked. I waited.
He opened the door, a surprised look on his face.
“Hey.” A smile spread across his lips at the sight of me. “I wasn’t planning on seeing you until later. Aren’t you still supposed to be at the office?” He gave me a teasing look. “Are you playing hooky?”
“No.” I pushed past him and stalked into the living room.
His teasing expression immediately melted into concern as he closed the door after me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Did something happen?”
I paced the length of the living room back and forth like a caged tiger.
“I was called into a meeting with my boss and the firm’s People Manager today,” I said.
His brow furrowed.
“Is that… good?” he asked.
I shot him a look.
“That’s bad,” he corrected. “What did they say?”
I folded my arms over my stomach, as if protecting myself, but the words I’d heard in that meeting had already done the damage.
“They know about us,” I stated.
