Is he even a threat?
He touched me and no one yelled or protested.
Am I imagining this shit?
“Excuse me,” I murmur and escape the boardroom.
By the time I make it back to my desk, my skin is clammy and my head is pulsing in time with my racing heart.
I need air. I need to get the hell out of here.
No one stopped him.
Maybe it’s not as bad as you think. Maybe you’re overreacting. There would be a reaction if it was.
My brain is fried.
My thoughts are chaotic, drowning me.
I can’t breathe.
I grab my phone, my purse and jacket. I have to go.
“Lexi?” Tasha’s voice cuts through the heaviness crushing my mind, just for a moment.
“I don’t feel well,” I say. “Tell James I’ve gone home.”
It’s not entirely a lie. My stomach is in knots and nausea is coating my throat. The baby rolls inside me, and I palm my bump, like I can calm my daughter even though my body is on high alert.
“Hey, Lexi, are you okay? Do you want me to call your husband?”
No. Fuck no. If Casey sees me like this, he’ll lose his mind.
I shake my head. “Thank you for having my back in there,” I say.
“Always. The guy’s an asshole. I wasn’t sitting there while he tore you apart.”
That warms me, but not entirely. “Did you notice anything? Back there? With James? Like…” I swallow hard, watchingTasha’s brows knit together. “Did he seem weird to you, or was it just me?”
Did you see him grope me?
Did you see me freeze?
Tasha stares at me for a moment. “I mean, the guy tries too hard to be the main character, but what do you mean weird? Did something happen?”
I shake my head, forcing a smile. “He was just really close to me. He makes me uncomfortable.”
“I saw him talking to you,” she admits. “Did he say something shitty again?”
My heart sinks. She didn’t see him. She didn’tsee him.And now I’m doubting what happened.
“Tell Janice I’ve left,” I say and before she can say another word, I take off.
As I step into the elevator, my skin prickles and the last thing I see before the doors slide shut is James watching me with that smug smirk, like he knows he’s breaking me down, piece by piece.
And the worst part? I’m letting him.
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