Page 81 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“No.”
That made me pause. “Okay…”
She handed me the paperwork. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
She looked unconvinced but left it alone.
The workday kept moving.
Around six, most of the workers started leaving because rain was coming down hard outside. My crew and I stayed behind finishing a few things before wrapping up.
Laila walked in holding her purse. “Hubby and I are about to leave before this rain gets crazy.”
I nodded without looking up from my tablet. “Okay.”
She stood there another second.
“What?”
“You staying?”
“Just for a little bit.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Leave.”
She laughed and headed out.
About twenty minutes later, the building finally got quiet.
I was sitting at one of the kitchen islands, going over measurements, when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
I already knew who it was.
Vaughn walked in, Goyard duffel bag slung over his shoulder, black Alo hoodie halfway zipped.
“You still here?”
“Yeah, but I am about to leave since I can’t be here alone anymore.”
He nodded once and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a water.
I tried focusing on my tablet, but it didn’t work.
He stood there drinking water, staring at me.
My stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear.
Vaughn laughed under his breath.
“You ain’t ate?”
“I’ve been busy.”
He grabbed his phone immediately. “What you want?”
