“Really? When?” I ask loudly, trying to speak over the many voices of the lunch crowd.
“March. Christian has offered me a job there—a promotion to head of finance at the new branch—and I’m strongly considering taking it.”
“That’s really great news—congratulations, Trevor!”
He wipes the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “Thank you. I would love to run the entire finance department, and even more, I’d love to move to Seattle.”
We talk about Seattle for the rest of the meal, and by the time we finish, all I can think is Why can’t Hardin feel the same about Seattle?
When we get back to Vance, the snow has turned to freezing rain and the two of us rush into the building. I’m shivering by the time we reach the elevator. Trevor offers me his suit jacket, but I quickly decline.
“So you and Hardin are seeing each other again?” he finally asks, a question I had been waiting for.
“Yeah . . . we are working through things.” I chew on my cheek.
“Oh . . . you’re happy, then?” He looks down at me.
I look up at him. “Yeah.”
“Well, I’m happy for you.” He runs his hands over his black hair and I know he’s lying, but I appreciate him not making this any more awkward than it already is. That’s part of his goodness, too.
When we step off of the elevator, Kimberly’s face holds a strange expression. I’m confused by the way she’s looking at Trevor, until I follow her eyes to where Hardin is leaning against the wall.
Chapter fifty-four
HARDIN
Really? Really?” I ask, my hands flying into the air dramatically.
Tessa’s mouth falls open, but no words come out as she looks at fucking Trevor, then back to me. Goddammit, Tessa. Anger courses through me and I begin to envision the multiple ways I want to beat the shit out of this boy.
“Thanks for lunch, Tessa. See you later,” Trevor calmly says before walking away.
When I look at Kimberly, she shakes her head in disapproval before grabbing a folder off her desk and leaving us alone. Tessa glares at her friend, and I almost laugh.
Tessa defends herself and walks toward her office. “We just got lunch, Hardin. I can have lunch with whoever I want to. So do not start with me,” she warns.
As soon as we’re both inside, I close and lock her door. “You know how I feel about him.” I lean against the wall.
“You need to be quiet. This is my job.”
“Internship,” I correct her.
“What?” Her eyes open wide.
“You’re not an actual employee, just an intern,” I say.
“So we’re back to this, then?”
“No, I was just stating a fact.” I’m an asshole: another fact.
“Really?” she challenges.
I clench my jaw and stare at my stubborn girl.
“Why are you even here?” she asks me and sits down in her chair behind her desk.
“I came to take you to lunch so you didn’t have to go out in the snow,” I say. “But it seems like you know how to get other guys to help you out.”
“It’s not that big of a deal. We went to eat and came right back. You need to calm down with the jealousy.”
“It’s not jealousy.” Of course it’s jealousy. And fear. But I’m not admitting that.
“We are friends, Hardin. Let it go and come here.”
“No,” I whine.
“Please?” she begs, and I roll my eyes at my lack of self-control as I walk over to her. She leans against her desk and pulls me to stand in front of her. “I only want you, Hardin. I love you and I do not want to be with anyone else, only you.” She stares at me with such intensity that I look away.
“I’m sorry that you don’t like him, but you can’t tell me who I can be friends with.” When she smiles at me, I try to hold on to my anger, but feel it slowly slipping. Damn, is she good.
“I can’t stand him.”
“He’s harmless. Really. Besides, he’s moving to Seattle in March.”
Ice fills my veins, but I try to remain neutral. “He is?” Of course fucking Trevor is moving to Seattle—the place Tessa wants to be. The place I am not moving to and never will. I wonder if she’s thought about going with him? No, she wouldn’t. Would she?
Fuck, I don’t know.
“Yeah, so he won’t be around. Please just leave him alone.” She squeezes my hands.
I look down at her. “Fine; fuck, fine. I won’t touch him.” I sigh. I can’t believe I just agreed to let him get away with trying to kiss her.
“Thank you. I love you so much,” she tells me, her blue-gray eyes staring into mine.
“I’m still mad at him for trying to seduce you. And you for not listening to me.”
“I know, now be quiet . . .” She licks her bottom lip. “Let me set you at ease?” she asks with a shaky voice.
What?
“I . . . I want to show you that I love only you.” Her cheeks flush deep crimson, and her hands move to my belt as she stands on her toes to kiss me.
I am confused, angry—and incredibly turned on. She runs her tongue over my bottom lip. I groan immediately and lift her onto the desk. Her trembling hands fumble with my belt again, this time removing it. I lift the bottom of her ridiculously long skirt up to the tops of her thighs, thankful that she didn’t wear tights today.
“I want you, babe,” she breathes against my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I moan at the way those words sound coming from her full lips, and I’m loving her sudden dominance as she takes control, tugging my jeans down my legs.