Page 153 of Unsuitable

Bending at the waist, I stare at the doorknob. It needs a key to unlock it. One of those Yale keys that fits in the middle of the handle.

Closing my eyes in thought, I try to think if I’ve seen a Yale key anywhere, but I don’t recall anything.

Sighing, I open my eyes. All I remember is Kas locking this door with a key and putting it in his pocket.

He must keep it somewhere.

But where?

My eyes drift over to his desk.

I wonder if…

The back door opens and quickly slams shut, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest.

Shit!

I quickly push the bookcase back in place, hearing the click, knowing I’ve locked it. Then, I dash over to Kas’s desk and pick up the duster. I start running over his desk and computer, like I’ve been cleaning it all along.

This is so obvious. I’m so obvious. I might as well have a sign on my forehead saying, Snoop.

I’m only dusting his computer, but I’ve broken out in a sweat, and I’m breathing like I’ve just run a marathon.

I need to calm down.

Ditching the duster, I grab the furniture polish and cloth. I spray some polish onto his desk and start rubbing at it as I force myself to calm down, taking slow deep breaths.

“Hey.”

I look up to see Kas standing in the doorway.

Liar.

“Hi.” I give him a bright smile, stopping what I’m doing.

His eyes drift over the room, like he’s checking it.

Looking for something, Kas-hole? Or worried I was?

Bastard.

“Is this okay?” I gesture to the cloth in my hand. “I thought I’d give your office a clean while you were out. I didn’t think it was still off-limits, but if—”

“Of course it’s fine.” His eyes smile warmly at me.

I stare back at him, and I can’t see anything off in his expression—not that I can usually tell what he’s thinking. He’s so closed off.

But his warm demeanor is telling me that he doesn’t suspect anything.

Maybe he just thinks I’m not smart enough to have seen through his lies.

Fucker.

Knowing that he underestimates how smart I am actually stings. And it pisses me off even more.

“I can’t believe I told you not to come in here. I was such a dick.” He walks over to me.

I put the cloth down and turn to meet him. He wraps his arms around my waist.