That poor receptionist has too many other things to deal with than worrying about who one employee is having sex with,” he laughed it off. A flicker of hurt went through me. Is that still all we are to him? After everything we said and did in the last twenty-four hours, I thought things had changed, but maybe I had misunderstood what was happening between us? My pensive mood stays with us as we weave through the corridor and drop into the chairs in our project room. I let out a heavy sigh of contemplation which earns me a raised eyebrow from Hayden.
