Heather didn't look back.
She was already halfway down the hallway, her blouse soaked with Jake's coffee. Her face burned with embarrassment, her skin sticky, and her nerves on edge.
It had already been a long, exhausting morning, and now she was wearing a latte like perfume.
Of course it was Jake Calloway. Lauren's new feet licker. A man who'd throw coffee at her if Lauren asks him to.
She headed straight for the restroom, heels clack on the floor. She needed water, privacy, and maybe a good scream.
She didn't make it to the door before she heard a voice she hated more than rotten eggs.
"Heather!"
She froze for a second. Just hearing his voice made her want to break something, her shoulders sagged.
He was the last person she wanted to see, and would lock him in a box, if she could help it, to keep him away from her.
She didn't stop walking or even turn.
"Go away," she said flatly."Go away," she said, not bothering to mask the irritation in her voice.
