for a reply.
“You can go in,” she said without making any move herself. “I’ll be at my desk if you need anything. Ms. Flinn will take it from here.”
I’ll just bet she will.
Lindsay rose behind her desk when I walked in, her hand stretching out ahead of her like she was about to shake mine, but then she lifted her eyes away from her computer and saw it was me. Her hand froze in midair before dropping back to her side.
I gave her a smile, but her eyes turned to steel as she glared at me like I’d never been glared at before. “Oh, joy. It’s you.”
Clearly, she was just as surprised to see me as I was to see her. “Hey, Linds. You never told me we worked for the same company.”
“I didn’t know.”
I cocked my head, still clutching my hat underneath my arm. “You didn’t think to ask who I flew for when I told you I was a pilot?”
“We only ever talked about our current positions our first day there.” Her eyes spat fire at me while her voice was as cold as a fucking glacier. “Forgive me for not taking more of an interest in the employer of the man who, shortly after asking me what I did for a living, told me I hadn’t cared about my fiancé.”
“Come on, Linds. It wasn’t—”
Her expression turned thunderous. Eyes narrowing into slits, her nostrils flared and she held up a hand to interrupt me. “Don’t call me that. Don’t you even begin to think about speaking to me like we’re still on that island.”
She marched out from behind her desk, but instead of coming to me, she walked around—giving me a wide berth—and slammed her door. I didn’t want to make her madder than she already was, but I was genuinely confused.
“Why are you yelling at me?”
She spun to face me from the door, eyes still blazing as she planted her hands on her hips. “Who the fuck do you think you are, leaving me alone in that hotel room? I’m not some worthless slut you fucked on your way into or out of some country, and even those women aren’t worthless.”
Her chest heaved, but she wasn’t done yet. This was a side of her I hadn’t seen before, but I couldn’t deny that I liked it. Even when her fury was aimed directly at me, she was fucking hot.
Angry sex hadn’t really been my thing before, but looking at her now, I would definitely be okay with it. Not that I thought it was about to happen.
“Did you even think for one fucking minute what it would do to me to wake up alone after a night like that?” she asked. “Not even just a night. A whole fucking week. A week where you pretended to be this good, supportive guy when you were really nothing but a bottom-feeding scum leaching off a vulnerable woman’s emotions?”
Her words hit me like an arrow to the heart. “You know that’s not what it was. I thought it would be best for both of us not to say goodbye. We had a pretty fucking awesome night, and it felt right to leave it with that as our final moment.”
She’d walked back behind her desk and slammed her palms down on the glass top. “Right for who? Best for who? Not for me. That’s for fucking sure.”
With the amount of F-bombs we were both dropping, it was no surprise that the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a blunt knife. That same electricity from before zapped between us, but this Lindsay, the one with the hair tied up into a firm, sleek bun and wearing a navy dress like it was body armor, showed none of the signs that had become familiar to me that she felt it too.
I showed her my palms after tossing my hat down on the chair I was supposed to have taken. “We need to talk. I’m starting to get that maybe I made a mistake, but this really isn’t going to get us anywhere.”
The only place it would get us was with her bent over her desk and her skirt bunched around her waist. If that was what it took, I wasn’t opposed to using our emotions against both of us.
She stared at me with her blue eyes wide. “It wasn’t going to get us anywhere for you to leave either, asshole. But I get it. You got what you wanted, so