They hug again and he leaves, with her staring after him, hearts in her eyes.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
In my surprise, I forget to hide, and he walks past me, face already a cold, indifferent mask.
“Luna. What are you doing here?” he asks.
“Er, b-b-bathroom,” I stammer, not knowing what to think about what I’ve just seen.
“You could’ve just used mine. The door in the left of my office leads to my apartment. You were there, remember?”
I don’t know.
I don’t know what I remember or know anymore.
Only what I wish I hadn’t seen.
“Well, I’m done now, so if you want to join me for lunch, then I’m ready.”
I don’t.
I don’t want to be anywhere near him.
But I don’t have an excuse ready, so I just follow him back to his office.
When we get there, Marcus has the food already laid out on the coffee table, with a fresh jug of water and a pot of tea.
“Can I get you anything else, Luna? I was going to Frootie to grab two more of their smoothies, and we can do a taste test like we did yesterday.”
“Marcus. She’s having lunch with me right now,” Kingsley interrupts.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he almost sounded territorial about it. Maybe he just thinks he owns all the women in the building.
I grab my sandwich and stand up. “Marcus, you know what? I’d love a smoothie. Let me grab my purse.”
Marcus flicks his eyes to his boss. “Er, okay… I’ll be at the elevators when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now,” I say, following Marcus out the door.
I don’t know what I expect, for him to ask me where I’m going, to get up and follow me, what. Because I don’t know what to think about him anymore.
As I reach the door, he says, “Luna.” Just my name. Nothing else.
I turn back toward him, returning the same indifferent mask I learned from him. “Sorry. I just lost my appetite. Enjoy your lunch. Don’t choke on it.” And then I run.
“Hey, Marcus?” I ask as we walk to the elevators. “Where did Kingsley just go?”
Marcus’s face freezes. “Um, he had an appointment.”
“Yeah, but… what was it?”
“I, er… I can’t talk about Mr. Baxter’s appointments. If you need to know something, you’ll have to ask him directly.” Then he leans in closer. “But I wouldn’t.”
And I realize that I might have thought I was starting to get to know him, but I know fuck all about him.
And I’m not sure I want to know any more.
“We’ll pick this up later. I have a late meeting off-site now,” Kingsley says to the group in the conference room at a few minutes before five p.m.
