Craving Scarlett

|15|. Pizza and Wine

"So how was it?! I want every single detail!" A familiar voice questioned excitedly, toppling ungracefully into the leather chair in my office.

I continued scribbling down as I reviewed the accounts of the past few days. I dropped my pen down when I saw I couldn't ignore her any longer. I sighed. I had loved the silence until Mary barged in. "How was what?" I feigned ignorance.

Mary narrowed her eyes at me unamused. "Don't play dumb with me. I want to hear about everything that happened." A sly grin spread across her face. "And of course, what followed after." She winked.

My eyes widened at what she implied. "P-Pardon? Followed after? Why would you think that?!" I said aghast. Albeit a part of me really did wish something had happened but nothing had. After Marco had escorted me to my doorstep and given me a brief but passionate kiss, nothing else happened except if you could count my very vivid dreams.

Mary assessed me critically. "Well, judging from the way you have been grumbling all morning, either you didn't get laid or he wasn't very good."

I almost hurled my pen at Mary, my cheeks aflame. I restrained the urge, reminding myself that a blunt mouthed friend is way better than a backstabbing one who turns on you the moment your back is turned and also I would be charged with murder and I don't quite fancy spending the rest of my life in prison.

Mary grinned, her eyes alight with amusement seeing my reaction. "So which is it Scar?" She taunted, wiggling her brows. "No sex or no good sex?"

My fingers twitched. I gingerly placed my pen and took a deep breath. Strangling equals going to jail, I chanted to my brain.

But we could hide the body? My dark mind suggested.

OK, not doing that. I turned back to my work, my forehead wrinkling. "You have such a dirty mind, Mary. You need holy water."

"Nope, we're not making this about me. I'm not the one who went out on a date with her boyfriend. So c'mon, spill."

"Marco's not my boyfriend."

"Fine. Friends with benefits then."

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. You just can't win with her! Who knew Mary was such a smart ass? Oh that's right, I did. It was the reason I hired her in the first place.

"Scarlett..." She started in a sing-song voice. "I'm waiting..."

I sighed. A really long, really heartfelt exhale.

Mary frowned. "Wait, was it bad? Oh, I'm going to kill mister lover boy, just you wait. Just give me his house address and I will-"

"No! No, it wasn't bad," I interjected hurriedly. Then I remembered Damon. "I mean It was-it got better." And it was. Those moments at the beach with Marco were ones I would treasure forever.

I fiddled with my pen. The truth was I was stalling. I couldn't tell her about the dinner without telling her about Damon. She didn't know I have been married before and she has been working for me for close to three years now. It might come as quite a bit of a shock. I'll have to try to ease her into it.

"I was married," I blurted out.

Mary looked taken aback. So much for trying to take it slow. "Huh?"

"I was married but I'm divorced now," I told her, choosing my words carefully this time.

Bewilderment was etched into every one of Mary's features. "OK...? And you're telling me this why exactly?"

I dropped my pen down and smoothed my hand over my hair, drawn back in a low bun. She wasn't angry. Good. "Well, we kind of ran into him during dinner. Let's just say it didn't go well." Mary didn't attempt to say anything so I told her everything that happened, starting from when Damon interrupted us. "And Marco was pretty angry that I didn't tell him I was married before but I think we've resolved it, at least I hope so. But I don't really think this is the last I'm going to see of my ex. What am I going to do?!"