My lips twisted into a smirk.Yeah, she was loyal, alright. But not to me."Right."
And Lexie wasn't done. "Here's another question. Why do you keep condoms in your office drawer?"
Holy hell.On second thought, maybe Iwascursed. "Is that a complaint?"
"No. But itiscurious. Like, do you have sex in there a lot?"
By now, my jaw felt tight enough to shatter. "No. And the condom wasn't mine. It was yours."
She shook her head. "No, it wasn't. You pulled it out of your desk drawer. I remember it distinctly."
"Yeah? AndIremember you dropping it."
Her face clouded with confusion. "When? In your office?"
"No.Here. When you stopped by this morning."
She blinked. "What?"
"On my porch." I pointed downward. "Where you're standing right now."
Her cheeks flushed. "Oh. But that wasn't mine. It must've been Drake's. It fell out of the coat, remember?"
"Yeah, well good ol' Drake did us a favor, right?" Except it wasn'tfeelinglike a favor, not anymore.
When Lexie said nothing in reply, I kept going. "And before you ask, yeah, the thing was intact, unopened. I just tossed the packet into my desk so it wouldn't fall out of my pocket during a meeting."
"But why would you keep it at all?"
"Because," I said, "I wasn't gonna leave it on my porch." And then, at her blank expression, I explained, "I put it in my pocket, thinking I'd throw it away. But then, when I got to the office, I thought better of it."
"Oh," she said again. "You mean because…you didn't want the cleaning service to see it in your basket?"
I gave her a long, cold look. "Well, you know how people talk."
The accusation hit home, and her face flushed a deeper shade of red.
Good.
If I wanted tofurtherembarrass her, I might've explained that I'd taken care to drop the used condom into a takeout bag before tossing the whole bag into the actual dumpster, so there'd be no risk of discovery – or awkwardness for Lexie.
She'd been seen coming into the building, and I'd walked her out personally. Add a random used condom, and it wouldn't be hard for people to put two and two together and come up with Lexie bent over my desk.
But I'd already made my point.And why bother explaining things that no longer mattered?
Lexie blinked up at me. "I'm not a gossip if that's what you think."
"Yeah, and I'm not a liar. What of it?"
Her mouth opened, but she made no reply.
I made a show of looking at my watch. "So if we're done, I've got work to do."I wasn't lying.The work was nothing that I couldn’t put off, but hell if I'd stand here another minute, listening to her line of bull.
I didn't wait for Lexie's response. Instead, I stepped aside and shut the door in Lexie's face, leaving her standing on the porch alone.
Was it rude as hell?
Oh, yeah.
