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"Sarah, you're giving me a headache!" I said to my co-worker, closing my eyes and pressing my thumb against my right temple.
It was Monday afternoon and we were in an empty conference room at Floe, set to deliver our firm's advertising proposal for the budding fitness company. We came in a good quarter hour early for our presentation, and it had taken us less than five minutes—along with one IT guy—to prepare everything we needed. Now all we had to do was wait.
But Sarah had begun pacing restlessly across the carpeted floor instead. She looked just about ready to start hyperventilating at any given moment, alternately rubbing her hands together and using them to fan her face. Clearly, our boss' constant reminder of how much he valued this client had gotten the better of the young redhead and now, she was definitely on edge.
So was I, for that matter, but for a different reason.
It was the first time I would be seeing Shaie since... well, since we had fucked each other in a shower stall inside this very same establishment last Wednesday. I had thought of her non-stop in the last four days, but instead of blocking them as I had done in the past, I had welcomed those thoughts whenever they came to mind.
I figured my best bet to minimize Shaie's effect on me was to finally allow myself to want her. Steer into the skid, so to speak. Maybe then I wouldn't be caught so off guard by my body's reaction to her, and I just might actually be able to keep my wits about me the next time we interacted.
So while I
was
a bit apprehensive about seeing Shaie again, I also felt composed enough to get through this meeting. Except Sarah being all antsy was starting to get me a bit wired, too.
I stood up and put my hands squarely on Sarah's arms, effectively stopping her from taking another lap across the room. I looked into her panicked blue eyes calmly until I was sure I had her full attention.
"Breathe," I told her firmly. "We've gone over this pitch a million times over. We got this, okay?"
She nodded at me quickly, still looking frightened to death. With her wide-eyed stare and the light freckles on her cheeks, Sarah looked way younger than she actually was.
"And even if we don't," I reassured her, grinning. "I'll take full responsibility and George can fire
my
ass, as well as kiss it."
She gave a little laugh, surprised that I would speak that way about our boss but finding it funny anyway. That was all I needed, and I let my hands fall away as soon as I felt her relaxing.
The door to the conference room opened, and we both turned as Shaie and her business partners walked in. I was still smiling from my exchange with Sarah, and the way Shaie looked so gorgeous in a long-sleeved, olive dress that accentuated the best of her curves only made me smile wider.
Now, I didn't know what I expected from her, really, but it definitely wasn't the cold stare Shaie gave me as our eyes locked briefly across the room. What the fuck was
she
mad at
me
for?
Sarah and I approached, and it all made sense as I finally took note of the two people that Shaie had walked in with. One was a tall, lithe, mid-thirties guy named Tom who greeted us warmly, and the other was Lucy.
Yes.
That
Lucy.
Blonde. Beautiful. Shaie's
girlfriend
. Lucy.
Guilt and shame washed over me as I was suddenly and starkly confronted with the woman's presence. Shaie was in a committed relationship, and I still had sex with her—twice—fully aware of that fact from the start. What Shaie and I had done wasn't just a mistake. It was inexcusable.
I felt my face heat up while I shook the friendly blonde's hand. I tried to push the unpleasant feelings down, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. After introductions were made, Sarah kicked off our presentation by providing a quick overview and then passed the ball to me.
I stood there in my black-fitted blazer and cropped pants, my long brown curls in a loose bun, determined to get through my pitch no matter what. I kept my demeanor professional. I just needed to get through these few minutes, and I refused to be distracted even as Shaie sat there, seemingly uninterested, looking everywhere but at me.