Oh, Keep Your Shirt On - Michelle Pennington Page 0,59

be enough. It wasn’t like I wanted to talk about my underwear with Damien standing behind me in the hall. Couldn’t Angela see him?

“Okay, let me be specific. You know how we girls with small boobs have trouble with cups gaping at the top? For me, the bralettes don’t have that problem unless they have a molded cup. But at the same time, they don’t provide much lift or shaping—which let’s face it, even if we don’t have a lot going on up here, we still need a little help making the girls look their best, right?”

My eyes widened. “Uh. Sure.” Then desperate to end this, I said, “But they are comfortable and pretty. Before we go on, Tessa, Damien is here.” Then I stepped quickly out of the way so they could get on with it.

Tessa was having a hard time looking distressed at her guest since she was trying not to laugh. She turned her back to Angela and faced Damien. “What are you doing here? I can’t believe you came to my office.”

“How else was I supposed to talk to you since you won’t answer my calls?”

“You should have gotten the message that I didn’t want to talk to you. Since you’re here, though, you’d better come to my office where we can be private.” She turned briefly to Angela. “I’m sorry. Let’s finish this discussion later.”

“No problem,” she said, both shocked and fascinated by what was happening in front of her.

On her way out, Tessa snatched the sunflowers from Damien’s hand and thrust them into mine. “Here, Krista. You can have these. I don’t want them.”

I stared down at the flowers as Tessa led Damien back to her office. Was it weird that I was glad to have them just because he’d brought them?

“Wow,” Angela said. “I wonder what he did to make her mad.”

“I don’t know.” I said. The less I added the better. I didn’t want any mix ups on Tessa’s story and mine. “But I knew she was mad about something.”

“He doesn’t have a chance. I’ve known Tessa a long time, and she’s never gotten back with anyone she’s broken up with. Besides, I could have sworn she had a thing for Logan, and she wouldn’t have if she had strong feelings for this guy, right?”

“I wouldn’t think so.”

“It’s just weird that Tessa hasn’t been talking to me about all this. Well, I’m going to make her talk now, just you wait. She might be my boss now, but if she thinks she can get away without spilling all the whole juicy story, she’s crazy.”

At least this whole part of it wasn’t any of my business. “I need to get back to my desk.”

“Hold on there,” Angela said. “I have more questions for you.”

I looked down the hall toward Tessa’s office. “Later.”

Angela knew I wasn’t someone to be pushed around, even though we’d been getting along great since Logan no longer worked in the office, so she didn’t argue. It was a relief because I didn’t want to go full-scale mean-Krista on her. Surely Tessa and Damien would be done soon. There was no need for them to carry it on for long.

The weird thing was, though, they ended up talking for forever. Or so it seemed. I sat at my desk, unsettled and curious, waiting for them to be done. When the door finally opened, Damien burst out like he couldn’t stand another moment in the place. He opened the door so hard that it slammed against the wall with a loud bang that brought Janelle and Angela out to the hallway. If I hadn’t known it was all just an act, I would have thought he was very, very angry.

Damien paced like a caged bull in front of the elevator, putting on a great show for the onlookers.

“See him out, Krista,” Tessa said in an impressively firm tone.

I stood up and hurried after Damien, making it to the elevator just as the doors opened.

Once the doors were closed, Damien’s whole demeanor changed like someone had flipped a switch. “Well, that was more interesting than I expected,” he said, his eyes searching me in a funny way.

“What do you mean?”

The corner of his lips tilted up in an unreadable half smile as he stepped forward and took my face between my hands. “Let’s just say that Tessa had an interesting perspective on things.”

I knew all too well that Tessa suspected I had feelings for him. What had she said to him?

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