Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,42

stretchy, is tight around my arse. I’m afraid that each time I sit down it will stretch to the point it tears. The bust area is showing more than I care for, but not enough to be slutty. It’s classy and plain, simple yet elegant. I love it.

I grab all the glasses and set them on Wyatt’s desk, ready to take them into the staff room to be washed. Once I have them all in one place, I go around and clear up the bottles and empty the bins that were forgotten about on Saturday.

Just as I go back to the glasses, the door behind me opens, startling me.

“What are you doing here this early?” Wyatt asks as I turn to face him. “I heard the car as I got out of the bathroom and saw you parking up.”

My gaze is immediately drawn to his thick, grey joggers that don’t hide the fact he’s going commando. I take a deep breath, squeezing my thighs together when a rush of arousal hits me.

“I came to clean up. I wasn’t sure if you guys would have done it yesterday.”

He grins, shaking his head. “No, we made the others stay home and relax. We even forced Jaxon to go home with Lily after breakfast.”

This is awkward. I don’t know how to react, not after Saturday. Do I bring it up? Do I— Why is he staring at me weirdly?

“What happened to your lip?” he growls, taking long strides over to me.

Absently, I run my finger over the cut. “I, um—”

“Who fucking hurt you?” he growls, his gaze now on my arm.

I close my eyes. I had hoped to keep those bruises quiet. In fact, I had hoped no one would bring the lip up.

“I—”

“I’ll fuck up whoever did it to you. I swear to God. I fucking knew someone had hurt you.”

I step forward, placing my palms on his chest, over his white T-shirt, and smile up at him. I hate that I’m going to lie but hearing how fiercely he will protect me… it warms my heart. No one, other than Rebecca, has ever stood up for me, not even my mother.

“I’m fine.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “You aren’t fine. Who did it?”

“I told you I was going to see my mum, right?” I swallow past the lump in my throat, waiting for him to nod. When he does, I force myself to continue. “Her mind is deteriorating, and she has moments of outbursts where she gets confused and angry.”

“She hurt you?” he asks, running his thumb over my lip.

More than he knows. I might be lying about how I got my injuries, but I’m not lying about the fact that she does hit out. When I was caring for her, she not only put herself at risk time and time again, but she put me at risk. During my exams, I had little sleep, what with revising and caring for her. I fell asleep once, only to wake up to her screaming at me that I stole her baby. She broke my wrist with the bat she used. It wasn’t the first time she attacked me, but it was the worst, and I knew then that I couldn’t care for her to the best of my ability anymore.

“Yeah. She doesn’t know who I am most of the time. There are times when she does, but they’re further apart.”

He wraps his arms around me, his hands going straight to my arse. It makes my lips twitch because it seems he has a fascination with it. “I’m sorry, babe.”

I shrug. “It’s okay.”

The grin he gives me turns mischievous and downright dirty. “Well, I know what I can do to make you feel better.”

“Wyatt, we can’t do that here,” I tell him, but there’s no heat in my words. My body, however, burns up as he squeezes my arse, pressing me tighter against him. I can feel how hard he is through his joggers, and I let out a puff of air.

God, I’m such a slut.

“Of course we can. I own the building,” he rumbles, lightly kissing his way down my neck. “I love this dress on you, baby, maybe more than the skirt.”

“There’s something I need to tell you before we do this again,” I rasp, before a moan slips past my lips.

Ignoring me, he leans back, his gaze on my cleavage. He smirks, flicking his finger against the hem of my dress, leaving goose bumps where he brushes across the swell of my