Never Got Over You -Whitney G. Page 0,37

up and down. “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, James Garrett.”

“Did you just curse at your boss?”

“No,” she said. “I just kindly asked him to leave this meeting and go fuck himself.”

“Kate—”

“I’m Kate now?”

“You always will be,” I said. “And because of that, there will be no more attempts at being one hundred percent professional with you.”

“There was never even one attempt.”

like you never were

A few days later...

SEAN HOLMES WAS NOTHING like the man I fell in love with years ago. The old version of him—my “James,” was cocky and dominant for sure, but there was an underlying sweetness and care that made me fall for him. A kind and caring layer that lingered beneath every dirty kiss and breathless orgasm.

But this new version of him? This arrogant, petty as fuck, and devastatingly sexy man was all new. Nonetheless, this was the version that starred in all my recent fantasies, the muse I needed when I rubbed my fingers against my clit at night.

He was far more tolerable in my dreams, so for the next few days, I did my best to limit seeing him so much at work. I didn’t show up to the general staff meetings that he hosted at noon, left all of his emails untouched and unanswered, and if I saw him coming in my direction, I immediately turned around and walked the other way.

Twice, we’d been on the elevator at the same time, and I’d immediately pressed the next floor button and stepped off—catching his heated gaze in the mirror before stepping into safety.

Despite all my best efforts, I still failed. Miserably.

James made it a point to randomly walk around the marketing department in the middle of the day, “just to make sure Miss Kennedy is earning her astronomical paycheck.” He showed up to strategy meetings that he wasn’t invited to—taking a seat in the middle of the room like he owned the place, saying, “I wasn’t sure if you were okay, since you missed my mandatory afternoon meeting—again...Mind if I stay for yours?” (I did mind, and he still stayed.) But by far, the worst thing he did was simply exist.

All it took was one glimpse of him in a designer suit, one glance of his cocky smirk and any resolve I thought I had completely unraveled. The tension between us thickened by the hour, and by the end of each day, it was damn near unbearable.

My emotions swung on a pendulum—back and forth between lust and anger, hurt and confusion, lost love and hope. I couldn’t control them whenever he was around, and I could tell that he felt the same.

At least, I thought he did.

A part of me wanted to ask him if we could start over as friends, but the thought of that hurt too much. And the thought of us continuing like this—whatever ‘this’ was, hurt even more.

I wanted to talk to him like I used to, to know how he became wealthy in such a short amount of time. If he was happy. If he’d ever fallen as hard for someone else like he’d fallen for me.

Still, if his behavior was anything to go by, us being civil wouldn’t be happening any time soon.

“Don’t let him get to you today, Kate. Don’t let him get to you today...”

I repeated the words to myself before stepping out of the town car in front of headquarters. I was hoping my team would blow me away with their updated reports so I could escape earlier.

I typed my password into the new elevator keypad, but the doors didn’t open. I typed it again—slower this time, and the doors remained shut.

What’s going on?

I pulled out my phone and started to call the maintenance manager, but James walked into the lobby. Looking perfect as ever in another dark suit, he strolled toward me, and I felt my nipples hardening under my blouse.

Jesus...

“Something wrong, Miss Kennedy?” he asked.

“It’s nothing the maintenance manager can’t fix.”

“He doesn’t get in for another hour,” he said. “Something I can help you with?”

I bit my tongue, preventing myself from saying something sarcastic. “My new elevator code isn’t working.”

“Hmmm. The new code is your last name and whatever five digits you requested.

“I tried that,” I said, pressing K-e-n-n-e-d-y and 5-5-5-5-5 onto the pad. “Doesn’t work.”

“Oh, I see.” He smiled. “I guess someone made a mistake when putting in your code.” He cleared the pad. “Maybe they put in your married name and your wedding date since that might