Page 44 of Carrying Your Lies
“Six is fine.”
The rest of my morning is spent organising Huxley’s calendar, getting his lunch, and listening to him aggressively type. By mid-afternoon, I feel a headache coming on and my morning sickness kicking in.
After my fifth trip to the bathroom to dry heave, I slump onto my desk. My body is aching, and I am tired. Hidden behind my computer screen, I allow myself a quick ten-minute nap.
“Are you dead?”
I open my eyes to see Huxley standing above me. “Hopefully.” I sit up. “What do you want now?”
He tosses a folder at me. “Thirty copies. Now.”
I nod and stand up.
“You’ll be making up the thirty minutes you spent sleeping,” he warns as I exit the office.
I ignore him and hobble over to the copier. I make a mental note to buy flats because heels and pregnancy do not bode well. With thirty fresh copies in hand, I walk back to the office. A dizzy spell hits me, and I hold onto my desk to stop myself from facepalming the floor. I wait for the feeling to pass before handing them over to him.
His gaze burns into my back as I shuffle over to my desk and fall into my seat again. I rub my temples to stop the assault on my brain, but to no avail.
“Let’s go,” he huffs.
“Where?”
“I’m taking you home. You’re no good to me in this state.”
All I want to do is curl up in my bed so I don’t protest. He doesn’t speak to me the entire way there, but like last time, he exits the car with me and walks me to the front door. I thank him for the ride, expecting him to leave, but he loiters.
“Do you need anything?” he asks awkwardly.
“A cuddle buddy?” I joke.
Huxley rolls his eyes but pushes past me into my home. He plonks himself onto my bed.
“Aren’t you going to get back to the office?”
He waves his phone at me. “Magic of technology. I’ll work from here until Xavier or Emery are home.”
Shit.“I need to call him and tell him I’m home, or he’ll look for me.”
“I’ll text him. Go to sleep,” he orders.
Stripping into my underwear, I match his burning stare.“Does this bring back memories?” I tease.
His throat constricts as he swallows hard. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
I climb into my unmade bed and smile.Huxley is a softie at heart.I fall asleep with a ridiculous smile on my face.
My eyes slowly peel open as sleep evades me. I’m confused as a pair of amused golden orbs stare down at me.
“You comfy there?”
Only then do I notice my head is comfortably lodged in his lap. Instead of feeling mortified, I smirk at him. “Very much so. Want to have some fun?” I whisper.
“I think you get a thrill out of breaking the rules.”
I sit up and straddle him. “What fun are rules if you don’t break them?” I ever-so-lightly rock against him. “Let your hair down for once.” I grab and pull on his bun, dying to see his locks loose and free.
He grabs my hands, stopping me from going any further. “Don’t ever touch my hair.” The serious look on his face makes me laugh.
