I can hear Angela and Lia talking and giggling from the other room. She’s been working for Lia two days and it’s only temporary. But next week she’ll be working for Wyatt. She’s distracting as hell and she’s not even in the same room as me. Next week she’ll be right here in Wyatt’s office. Perhaps I’ll spend more time in my own office. As much as I want to spend time with Angela, I cannot let her become a distraction at the office.
Wyatt stands alongside me. “You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” He’s right, obviously, but I don’t want to talk about it. The fact that she’s a distraction is not what’s bothering me. To be honest, she’s a great distraction. No, it’s more than that. And I don't know what to do about it.
Sunday, we spent the night together. The feel of waking up next to her is something I could certainly get used to. And that’s the problem.
I took her home early Monday morning and waited while she got ready for her first day of work. After work, I took her home last night. We texted for a while before bed and I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night. What the fuck was up with that?
“Look, Justin.” Wyatt had a seriousness to his tone. “She’s right in the next room. Just walk in there and ask her out. The worst that can happen is she says no. But judging by the way she looks at you, she won’t.”
“I know she won’t.”
“Then what the fuck is your problem.” He turns to look at me, but I don’t meet his eyes. “This is not rocket science. You’re not asking her to marry you. It’s a date.”
I sigh, wondering if I should tell him. Eventually, I decide fuck it. He may actually have some good advice. I look directly at him. “We are married.”
Wyatt’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “What did you say?”
“We got married, our last night together in Vegas.” I run a hand through my hair. “We were drunk and found a chapel. Very cliché, I know. But yeah, we’re married.”
“Oh fuck.” Wyatt moves back to his worktable. “What are you going to do? Annulment?”
“That’s the thing.” I start to move to sit on a spare chair. “I don’t want to make it like it never happened. She promised to show me Vegas, and I don’t want to nullify any part of it. Yeah, we did something stupid and impulsive. But we still did it.”
“Are you saying you want to get a divorce or stay married?” He looks at me as if he already knows the answer. “Because a divorce would probably be simpler. But it’s not necessarily the best decision.”
“I don’t know what I want.” I’m frustrated and tired of thinking about this. “But I want the time to figure that out.”
“Then tell her that. Don’t be such a baby about it. Just fucking talk to her.”
I don’t know why my mouth keeps moving and words keep coming out, but it does. “And then something happened on Sunday.”
“What happened? Another man? Woman?”
I roll my eyes and scowl at him. “No, nothing like that. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I cover my face and let out a growl. “I’m not sure I want to talk to you about this. Especially not that part. It’s kind of personal.”
“The sex was personal?” His eyes widen again. “Oh. That. Yeah okay, I don’t need the details. But I will say that when that happens, you’re kind of screwed. But you need to talk to her.”
I smile at him. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve got it all with Lia.”
“What I have is awesome, not denying that at all. But if what Lia and I have is your end goal, you really have it bad. Then again, we already knew that. Maybe your Vegas wedding was somewhat prophetic.”
I chuckle and get up off the chair. “We’ll see. So where are we with the alterations to the units.”
“I just explained them to you.” He pulls the plans in front of us again. “Start thinking with your other head or we’re going to fuck this up. Or better yet, sort out your love life so you can concentrate.”
I move alongside him as he explains all the alterations that will work. I give some input and ask questions and an hour later I have a better understanding of how the units will all work together.
A knock at Wyatt’s office door draws both our attention. Angela looks gorgeous in a tight pencil skirt and pale pink fitted shirt. It doesn’t help that I know what those curves look like naked. She smiles at us, the epitome of professionalism. “I’m going out for a coffee run for Lia and I, do you guys want anything?”
Both Wyatt and I give her our coffee order and then he shakes his head. “You can’t carry four mugs by yourself. Why don’t you take Justin with you?”
“I can manage four coffees,” she says before turning to me. “But if you need to get out for some fresh air, you’re welcome to join me.”
Actually, getting some time alone with her sounds like a good idea. A really good idea.
“Whose car are you using?”
She jingles keys from her forefinger. “I’m using Lia’s.”
“We’ll take mine.” I grab my keys and wallet off Wyatt’s desk. “I’ll drive.”
That little frown is adorable. “Don’t you trust my driving? You’ve driven with me before.”
How do I signal that it's better if we don’t do what I have planned in someone else’s car? Instead of saying anything I just stare at her and lick my lips.
Her eyes darken and I can tell she’s on the same page as me.
Wyatt clears his throat. “Take his car. Please.”
I walk downstairs with her, my hand resting on her lower back.
