"Oh...sorry..."
My eyes swept a few inches over to the side to see a worker hastily close the door behind himself. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, my fingers clutched onto Joseph a little tighter as I released a long, shaky breath.
"Shit."
Joseph hadn't even turned back to see who had walked in on us, keeping his eyes firmly on me. I met his gaze again and couldn't stop the scowl appearing on my face. Letting him go, I successfully pushed him away, climbing off of the desk and pulling my dress back down to my knees. I went to walk around him but he swiftly stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
"Where are you going?"
I stared up at him in disbelief. His expression was a mixture of confusion and determination. I let out a humourless laugh and raised a shaking hand towards his office door.
"Did you not see what just happened?" I asked trying to get my heart rate back to normal.
"We were interrupted?"
"That could easily have been Remy!" I exclaimed, wondering how he could be so cool with everything.
"But it wasn't.." He continued to tower over me, taking a closing step forward to seal the deal. I closed my eyes briefly to get myself together. I felt the tips of his fingers at the small of my back and his breath on my neck and shivered. Opening my eyes, I wrapped my hand over his and lowered it away from me.
"But it could have been," I said.
He regarded me with his usual unreadable face and I let go of his hand. He actually looked like he was ready to continue where we had left off. I watched as his tongue swept over bottom lip, still watching me with hooded eyes. He really didn't care whether Remy had almost caught us and I had never been so disappointed in myself.
Shaking my head, I stepped sideways and began walking away from him. But I should have known that I wouldn't get far.
"Lola."
I spun around when he caught my wrist and pulled me back towards him.
"Look, you might not care about his feelings.. but I do." I attempted to free myself, but his hold only tightened, along with his jawline.
"What does he have to do with us?" he asked with deeply furrowed brows.
My eyes dropped down to the big, veiny, hand that was clasped tightly around my wrist. "Us?" my eyebrows pulled in. "The same 'us' that you can't even clarify?"
His dark eyes squinted. "I'm confused. I thought that we were on the same page here."
"And what page is that?" I challenged, common sense and dignity finally slapping me in the face. The same face which had been previously hit with lust and temporary pleasure.
In the background I could feel the bass of the music playing, and hear all of the people downstairs.
"Why are you being difficult?" He closed the gap again. His 6ft-something frame towered over me, but he was closer this time. My breathing altered momentarily before I found the willpower to just walk away from the whole situation.
It was messy and unnecessary.
"Let me go..." I said looking away from him. "Please."
His scrutiny was burning me.
"I'm not going to chase you, Lola."
It was my turn to squint as I looked at him. "I'm not asking you to." We regarded each other for a little while longer and then he finally released my wrist. "And I never will."
