He was alone. How many times had I looked through those glass walls and smiled at him? How many times had he smiled back when he felt my eyes on him? I used to fantasize about going in, locking the door behind me, pulling the blinds shut, and straddling him, right there in his chair. Or, maybe letting him take me on the desk. All sorts of things. Now I wanted to lock the door and kick his face in.

Feeling the weight of my stare, he looked up and smiled.

I closed the glass door behind me and locked it. “Funny thing,” I said, as I walked over and started pulling the blinds closed. His eyes lit up. Ass wipe thought I was coming to give him a blowjob under the desk.

“Oh, come to Big Daddy,” he smirked and I actually felt physically sick. Funny how I would have thought that was sexy at one time—maybe ten minutes earlier. Right now, letting me anywhere near his dick could result in serious, probably untreatable injury.

I wished I could hurt him as much as I was hurting just then. I swallowed hard. The fury was like a stone in my throat. “Maybe you should check with your girlfriend first.”

“What?” he asked, and his voice must have risen an entire octave.

“Are you honestly gonna pretend you don’t know who I mean? You’re going to sit there, and act like I don’t know what I’m talking about?”

He stood, hands out. “Mimi, is this a joke?”

“I haven’t gotten to the funny part yet,” I said. “I got an email from a woman who claims to be pregnant with your child.”

His first reaction actually made me doubt myself. Either he was a damn good actor or Lillian Taylor was a wholesale liar. He looked at me as if I had turned into a giant scaly lizard. “What on God’s sweet earth are you talking about?”

The sensation of hope that fluttered inside me was almost as strong as the sense of guilt. I hadn’t given him a chance to defend himself. She could be some crazy lunatic. I didn’t have a shred of proof other than a stupid scan with her name on it. That proved nothing. What if I had jumped to the wrong conclusion?

With much less certainty than I had come into the room with, I walked up to him and showed him my phone.

He gasped. Unlike his original fake surprise, I believed this expression of shock.

“She’s pregnant?” He stared up at me his eyes wide and shining. “Hell, who knew? I’m shooting live rounds. Why didn’t she tell me?” he crowed. There was a strange mixture of joy, hope, and exasperation in his voice. It told me everything I needed to know.

I felt as if I was in an alternate reality. I wanted to break something. Preferably, his legs. Or neck. Or at the very least, bash his head in with the spiky end of my shoe. Multiple times. I’d probably ruin it, but it would be worth it if I could see his brain flow out.

“So, you are seeing someone else,” I said through clenched teeth.

He looked distractedly at the phone sitting on his table before dragging his eyes back to me. The fucking bastard couldn’t wait to call her!

“Look,” he cajoled. “I never said we were exclusive.”

My gut burned. “What?”

He shrugged. “Come on, Mimi. You’re a grown woman. I thought you knew we were just messing about.”

I took a step back and stared at him with hatred. “You told me I was special.”

“You are special.”

“To you,” I reminded.

“Well, it was a heat of the moment thing.”

“You told me you were single.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Well, technically I am single.”

I shook my head incredulously. “I don’t believe this.”

He looked at me with bovine stupidity. “Come on, Mimi. None of this needs to get awkward. We just lived a little.”

“Lived a little?” I exploded. “I can’t believe you could be so callous. How could you lie like that?”

I might as well have been talking to myself. From the moment I mentioned his fetus, everything else went out the window. He ran his hands through his short, curly brown hair—hair I’d tangled in my fingers—and hit his chair with a soft thump when he fell into it. His eyes darted back and forth.

“Hello?” I waved my arms back and forth furiously.

“Oh, yeah. Um. I’m sorry…but this has really thrown me.” He laughed nervously, clearly in shock. He didn’t care about me at all and never would.

I watched him make an effort to placate me. “We had some fun. Let’s just put it behind us and… um… go back to what things were like before any of this happened. We’re a good team and there’s no need to spoil that. Obviously, I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

I hated it when someone used the word ‘if’ and ‘hurt your feelings’ in the same sentence. What the fuck? That means you don’t even recognize that you did, but even if I didn’t take that into consideration his little speech must have been the fakest, lamest, most insincere apology in the history of mankind.

How could I have been so blind not see what a slippery weasel he really was? At least weasels were cute. He wasn’t even worth my anger. I straightened my spine and threw him a fake smile.

“Don’t worry about it. I lied too. You know, that little problem of yours, the one that makes you eat pussy instead of fucking it, it’s not normal, and you really should see a professional about it.”

His eyes bulged as I smiled broadly and sailed out of the door with my head held high.