Obsession by Brooke Page Page B

the notebook and put it in his back pocket. “Well, you
better get to that dinner date.”
    “It’s not a date. I’m sure he’ll be
using the company card to pay for it.”
    For whatever reason, Mitch’s shoulders
relaxed and his smile returned. He watched me intently as I threw
my purse over my shoulder.
    When I walked to the door, he didn’t
follow me.
    “I have to lock-up.”
    Mitch shook his head to rid him of his
trance and walked toward me. “Sorry, I didn’t get the hint.” To my
surprise, he reached for the door and opened it for me.
    I secretly hoped he’d stand by me
until I got the door locked. My twitching fingers fumbled with the
key as I shoved it in the lock. Mitch stood behind me, close enough
for my hands to calm enough to lock it.
    “I’m surprised they don’t have an
alarm,” Mitch said as he watched me.
    “I’m sure Nathan views this tiny place
as temporary. He really wants Miami to be a permanent location.”
When I turned, I nearly ran into Mitch’s chest. He didn’t even
flinch by our proximity. “Sorry!”
    “Don’t be.” His voice was smooth like
velvet. When my eyes found his again, the softness they held was
hypnotizing. Finally breaking our gaze, he said, “Have a good
night.”
    My laugh was unsteady as I shook my
head from staring at him like I was fascinated. It didn’t help that
those green eyes sent the same vibe. “You too. Enjoy the
weekend.”
    Mitch gave me a final nod and turned
to walk to his truck…
    On the other side of the
parking lot.
    My eyes scanned the area as my
footsteps moved faster. I had to get to my car before Mitch pulled
away. Being alone could only play out badly, especially if Rod were
lurking in the corners. The sound of my breathing increased with
each step I took toward my car, causing the largest exhale to
escape my mouth once I was safely inside with the doors locked.
After throwing my purse in the passenger seat, my head found the
steering wheel. My hands were clammy as they gripped the leather
tightly.
    The roar of Mitch’s truck coming to
life startled.
    With apprehension, my head slowly
looked down to my purse. Releasing the steering wheel with my white
knuckle grip was agonizing as my hand shakily made its way to find
the letter.
    The familiar wax seal of
the envelope made a tremor creep up my arm and throughout my body.
After one more deep breath, I pulled the letter from the envelope,
the waxy texture catching underneath my nail. There it was —perfect white penmanship
in the center of the threefold black paper.
     
    Red’s never been your color.
I suggest re-thinking your wardrobe and your company.
    -Rod
     
    The audible gasp was
uncontrollable as I dropped the letter in my lap, my eyes taking in
the softness of my deep red shift dress. My eyebrows knitted as I
tossed the letter on the passenger seat. What could he have seen to
make him so jealous? The only person I’d been with was Mitch. He
must have caught our interactions while getting into the car
earlier in the day. Shit. I couldn’t let any feeling toward Mitch
slip up again . Feelings toward
Mitch? I didn’t have feelings toward that
cocky asshole. Maybe some sexual tension, but that was it. We’d
never be anything serious. After all, I hadn’t had a serious
relationship with anyone since Rod.
    I wasn’t going to take
that letter seriously because he was bat shit crazy to think I had
long term intentions for Mitch. My shoulders shook with laughter as I started my car from how
ludicrous that letter was.
    “ Get a fucking clue,
Rod.”
     
     
     
    ***
     
    “You’re late,” Nathan scolded as I
joined him at the table for two. I waited impatiently as the
hostess pulled out my chair for me to sit. Nathan looked annoyed,
but I couldn’t care less.
    “I was working. I expect a raise for
my dedication to this company for giving up my Friday
evening.”
    Nathan smirked as he steepled his
fingers under his chin. “You’ll get a raise when you lose the
attitude.