Lag (The boys of RDA #2)(51)
I’m halfway across the lobby ready to throw my purse back in the lockable desk drawer when I’m stopped in my tracks with one simple word.
“Simone.”
I spin on my short heels to find the voice but don’t see anyone with my roaming glance.
“Over here, Simone.” The second time I peg it for Trey without hesitation. It came from my left. I slowly turn not ready for this confrontation and see him leaning against the lobby closet where people leave their coats. When Finn gave me the tour it was empty. Now it seems to have acquired half of Trey’s body. The other is half perched on this side of the door and it doesn’t look happy.
I pick up my advance to the desk and try to pretend I’m uninterested. “Trey, did you have a good lunch?” I use my shoe to open the bottom desk drawer and drop my purse in before using my foot to close it again.
Trey doesn’t answer and I look up to see him in the same spot, but his eyes narrow to become more menacing. “Come here.”
“In the closet?” A hand flies to my mouth and I stick my index finger between my teeth biting on the end of the nail. It’s a nervous habit I thought I'd broken myself of years ago. “No.”
His eyebrows raise up at my refusal. “Simone. Closet. Now.”
This time I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him in defiance. The silent struggle goes on between us for two years, or maybe twenty seconds, it’s hard to know when you’re in the moment and Trey Good is staring you down. When I realize he won't budge and one of us needs to be the adult here, I uncross my arms and huff but start the walk to the closet.
My steps are slow and Trey decides I’ve taken enough time. When his long arms can reach me, he pulls me into the small room and closes the door behind him. I’m pushed and my back lands against the wall before Trey takes both hands and cups my face.
“What are you do—” my question’s cut off when his lips land on mine in a passionate kiss. My breath catches between his lips and I grab on to both his shoulders keeping him where he is.
His knee comes between my legs and he leans in closer so our bodies touch. A chest thumps and I have trouble deciding if it’s mine or his. A moment later the small detail doesn’t matter as his tongue coaxes my mouth open with a soft push and he teases the inside until I join him in exploration. It’s a kiss or a claiming, but either way I’m helpless to stop him.
My head’s still spinning at this change of direction when his hands slip under my pink blouse and begin to travel upward. He lifts his mouth from mine and his first few breaths are ragged. My swollen lips and mind battle each other. One wants him to get back to the kissing and the other demands an explanation.
My brain wins the struggle. “What the f*ck, Trey?”
His eyes meet mine and his lip lifts up in a half grin. “God, I love it when you swear.” His head lowers the few inches that separate us and he places two small, quick kisses to my tingling lips. As quickly as he was on me, he pushes away from our place by the wall. "Don’t distract me, Simone. We have topics to discuss. Where were you?”
“Where was I? Where were you?” My arms cross against my chest. The pleasure of the previous moment dwindles but isn’t lost as my heart rate slows. "Oh right you were with Mari in your office…with the door closed.” I don’t know where this sudden ability to be sassy comes from, but I plan to keep it.
Trey steps closer, his jaw set. “Mari was here three minutes tops. When I tell you I’m taking you to lunch, I’m taking you to lunch."
My brain honestly can’t grasp what he’s saying. I need more time to process. I don’t believe him and I’m not sure why since the man is honest even when it’s painful.
When I don’t answer, Trey leans closer again as he lightly strokes one finger from the bottom of my ear down to my collarbone and I shiver at the touch. He steps away from the door and places a few more kisses to my lips.
“Don’t listen to Mari…” Another two quick kisses. “Don't let her mess up this relationship.”
“Relationship?” My voice squeaks on the “–ip” part of the word.
He places a last kiss on the side of my temple this one lingering longer than the last few and opens the door. “Yes, our relationship.” And then he leaves me standing in the dark empty room alone.
Our relationship?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“I’ll set up the doughnuts when they get here in about twenty and then place the lunch order between ten and ten-thirty.” I sum up my morning plan to Finn as we walk into the RDA building together.
He opens the door for me and I slide past him to drop my purse off at the front desk. My black Gucci heels click on the tile floor as I walk to the small coat closet where Trey and I had our encounter Monday.
Trey wasn’t here yesterday, off to some meeting elsewhere in town, but I haven’t missed him leaning up against my desk watching my every move as we walked in this morning. I’m pretending he doesn’t affect me. He’s a little more dressed up today in a pair of tan khakis and a light blue long sleeve button down shirt. He hasn’t rolled up the sleeves yet, but it won’t take long. His face is still soft even with his ever trimmed stubble and he doesn’t appear to be upset about my attempt to ignore him. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. By the time I leave the small room, his smirk borders on a fully amused smile.