Taking the lift to his floor, I tried to stem the butterflies, kind of aggravated by them now.
“Excuse me.” I stopped a woman who was leaving the now almost empty office. “I’m looking for Cameron MacCabe.”
She smiled at me. “Through the door on the left. You can’t miss his desk.”
I nodded my thanks and followed her instructions.
I almost wished I hadn’t, my aggravation increasing a million fold when I stepped into the open plan office to find my husband sprawled casually back in his chair, gazing up at the brunette sitting on his desk.
My eyes travelled over the young woman, my blood heating as I took in every detail of her. She was younger than me, in her early twenties, and she was sitting on my husband’s desk with her slim legs crossed, her grey skirt riding up her thighs. Her pretty face was framed by poker straight shiny light brown hair, and she was focused completely on Cameron.
I knew that look.
Back in the day, before Cam arrived and saved me from an empty life, I used to wear that look when I’d targeted a man I was determined to make mine.
It was a predator’s flirty, sexy, seductive look.
My stomach dropped.
I took two slow steps toward them, my feet feeling heavy as I watched Cam’s reaction to her. He kept his distance physically, and his smile was only just friendlier than polite. He seemed interested in what she had to say… but most importantly he was here with her instead of at home with me.
The last three months of little affection, of distance, of late nights... the last six weeks of no sex at all… it all pooled together into my mind as I walked toward them and the awful suspicions planted themselves there as much as I hated myself for thinking it of him.
He would never… he would never betray me.
But was he thinking about it?
Did he want to?
I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat as I neared and Cameron caught sight of me out of the corner of his eyes. He jerked his head toward me, surprise slackening his features.
“Jo.” He stood up with ease and the brunette turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing as they swept over me. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
I stared at him, still struggling to speak past the emotion choking me, and then I stared at her.
“Jo, this is Ally, one of the creatives.” Cam gestured to her and she slid gracefully off his desk. She didn’t hold her hand out to me but gave me a nod, her eyes dimming with disappointment as she took me in. “Ally, this is my wife Johanna.”
Since she didn’t offer any of the normal pleasantries such as ‘nice to meet you’ I didn’t either.
I turned back to Cam. “I wanted to surprise you for Valentine’s Day. I got us reservations for dinner.”
“Shit.” He winced, eyes filled with remorse. “Sweetheart, Valentine’s Day.”
Yes, I was very aware that he’d forgotten. “Valentine’s Day,” I murmured.
“Let me just shut everything down.”
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Cam,” Ally said, smiling at him. She gave me a little nod as she strode by, swinging her hips in exaggeration.
My husband didn’t watch her leave and that was probably a good thing. I might have killed him if he did.
Once he’d grabbed his coat we walked out of the office together. He placed his hand on my lower back to lead me out and I tensed.
He sighed once we were in the lift alone. “I can’t even believe you’re thinking what you’re thinking right now.”
I stared straight ahead, trying to keep a hold on my emotions. “I’m thinking I’ve barely spoken two words to my husband in months because he’s always working late. Tonight would have been another night you were late home and I’m suddenly realizing it’s not because of work. It’s because you’re having flirty conversations with a girl ten years younger than your wife.”
“That’s not even… that’s ridiculous,” he huffed, sounding exhausted.