Chapter 63

• I CAN’T SAY I wasn’t nervous pulling into the office parking garage with Mateo. As much as I tried not to look around to see who might be watching, I did. But Mateo and I are both professionals. We didn’t walk in holding hands. We didn’t make out in the elevator up to our offices. He didn’t smack my ass as we went our separate ways, even though I know he wanted to. And if there were any rumblings around the water cooler, I didn’t hear them. The true test is coming, though.
• Certain executives and other personnel begin to gather for our big meeting. I take my place next to Gage’s chair. Mateo usually sits opposite me at these things, but he’s not here yet. There are about a dozen other people filing in. So far, no one seems to be looking at me any differently. It’s not like I’m wearing a sign that says I’m screwing Mateo, but it sure does feel like it.
• Suddenly, Mateo’s warm breath lands on my neck, causing my toes to curl, as he leans over and whispers, “I keep thinking about how you taste.” Then as casual as ever, he takes his seat. To everyone, I’m sure it looked like nothing, but the muscles between my legs clench hard. He takes a seat and flashes me a little smirk, his eyes darting down quickly.