Resignation by Missy Jane Page B

hell is going on? You two seem awfully familiar
with each other,” Marc said angrily.
    Darina looked from him to Sol then finally at Heather. The
absurdity of his statement almost made her laugh, but suddenly she was too
pissed off.
    Hypocritical asshole.
    “What the hell does is matter, Marc? It’s not as if you can
say a damn thing about office relationships,” she blurted.
    Marc and Heather gaped at her sudden outburst, but she also
noted Sol’s look of pride. It warmed her and gave her the courage to lift her
chin and give Marc the most defiant look she could muster. He stopped walking
toward them and suddenly seemed to notice Heather hanging on his arm.
    “Um, I just wanted to make sure you were all right. This man
hasn’t worked here very long.”
    Heather dropped her hand from his arm and huffed out
angrily.
    “I’ve been here nearly eleven months, Mr. Powell,” Sol
answered.
    He appeared more relaxed and Darina breathed easier.
    “Yes, Marc. He’s proven to be a trustworthy security guard.
What’s the issue?” Heather asked.
    The ire in her voice seemed to get Marc’s attention better
than anything else and he visibly paled.
    “Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all. Ready to go?”
    Darina watched carelessly as he wrapped an arm around
Heather’s shoulders and guided her to the front door.
    Was it only a week ago that same sight turned me into a
weeping mess of self-pity?
    Now she only felt relief as Heather pulled him out the door,
and hopefully out of her life for good. Marc obviously hadn’t been meant for
her. She was suddenly grateful for discovering that before it was too late.
    Sol moved away from her and she turned to watch him step
behind the security desk. He shuffled through some paperwork without saying a
word. It was after five and he was supposed to accompany her home. The plan was
for him to stay at her house tonight since he had to work for a few hours the
next morning. She watched as he slowly finished up his tasks for the day,
almost seeming reluctant to leave with her. A surge of panic and overwhelming
dread threatened to burst her calm.
    Everything’s fine. He just has some things to finish.
     
    “Sol? Are you almost done?”
    Her quiet voice held a hint of uncertainty that twisted his
guts. He didn’t want her to be upset because of him. Bad enough that asshole
Marc was playing around with her emotions, he sure as hell wouldn’t stoop so
low. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning to face her.
    “Yeah. Just give me a second to brief Andy and I’ll walk you
out.”
    They’d spent the past three days acting as if he only walked
her to her car on his way out. He then led her to his house, each in their own
vehicle. Office gossip was terrible at the firm, and Darina worried about Sol
losing his job. He’d assured her it wouldn’t be a problem. His supervisor liked
him and Sol took his job very seriously. He felt confident an office fling
wouldn’t mar his perfect record.
    He finished up with Andy quickly and headed to the front
doors where she stood looking out the glass with her back to him. He slowed
down to admire the perfect view as long as possible before reaching her.
    How did I get so damn lucky?
    Placing a hand at her lower back, he nudged her forward,
ignoring the glance she shot over her shoulder. He was afraid if he looked into
her cocoa eyes he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pulling her into a
kiss. His supervisor would overlook a lot of things, but kissing in the foyer
wasn’t one of them.
    They stepped into the night air and walked to their cars in
silence. Sol tried to fight the possessive jealousy still lingering from the
episode on the elevator. Unfortunately he couldn’t get the image of Darina
backed into a corner of the elevator, Marc standing angrily in front of her,
from his mind. He’d known she was on that elevator when he watched Marc step
onto it from the third floor. Before he could even think about it, he was
walking