God this is so cringe worthy. Why am I just sitting here, witnessing it?
And why can’t I feel bad about him giving her attention?
That normal jealous feeling, the queasiness I would feel in my stomach whenever he'd show more interest in some other woman, for once is just gone.
Miss Cavanagh glances at me and smiles, as if she can sense my internal struggle, but then returns her attention back to the statue, “Yes, I had bought the pair from different auction houses, so I wasn’t sure when they would arrive. While Vixen brings good fortune to those within her presence, Sentinel is a guardian, a protector, and will ensure those within the area will receive a deserving reward for their devotion. But it must remain out here, in order to do so."
Turning within his arms, her hands press against his chest, fingers caressing the edges of his button up shirt. Lips pursed, she bats her lashes, giving him a coy smile, “Please say you’ll keep it out here, where it belongs. For me…”
“Of course. Anything for you,” his words come out in a hushed breath, eyes glazing over for a brief moment.
I swear his pupils are heart shaped as he becomes lost in her eyes, “Besides, it isn’t as lovely as the one you gave me. And I’drather be reminded of you and our future together, than have its partner constantly glaring at me.”
"Excellent," Miss Cavanagh claps her hands together while taking a step away, essentially breaking out of his grasp. Looking at me, she smiles, her eyes shifting down to the black envelope sitting next to the statue before returning to me. “Good, it’s settled then. I’ll see you later. And don’t forget to wear your finest attire. Never know who you might meet tonight."
Without another word, she walks away, leaving us alone.
“Josh?” My voice comes out soft, quiet... hesitant. Not knowing what to say. Surely there's more going on than them having a simple client/employer relationship.
Even if I did know what to ask, Josh holds up a hand and turns away. “Kaitlyn, I have a headache. Bring me some water and the entire bottle of ibuprofen.”
Then, without another word, he leaves me alone with the statue, returning to his office.
The question of ‘what the fuck’ comes back to mind as the door closes with a very firm thud.
Chapter Four
Kaitlyn
I swear the statue is watching me.
That sometimes its body shifts just a little bit.
Its smirk deepens or its eye twitches whenever I make a mistake while typing while its wings quiver in silent laughter.
The light will catch upon its face just right, causing a flash of something almost like intelligence, to shine in its eyes.
I swear it even growled when Thomas dropped off some documents for Josh to look over later.
That was when I decided I had had enough.
Carefully, I had moved the statue to the furthest corner of my desk, doing my best to keep the smallest amount of contact with it as possible, not wanting to get stabbed by its wings again. Wings that had cut my finger with its claw when I had found myself absently stroking them only an hour ago.
And now?
Now I swear it somehow got even bigger, its details more defined than when I first saw it.
Focusing on the schedule in front of me while ignoring the rumbling sound coming from the far corner of my desk, I mutter to myself.
I was right, there weren't any meetings scheduled for today, let alone one with a mysterious Miss Cavanagh. So that means… what? That she just walked in while I was getting Josh his lunch? And the diner just happened to give me extra? Coincidence? No, I don’t think so. But then that means he ordered all that food and I’m a fool for not realizing why.
I sit at my computer in silence, embarrassed as I think about it.
Embarrassed at the way he treated me. At how quickly he had come, even for him. How he was distracted the entire time, only realizing now that his reflection in the picture had shown him staring at the statue the entire time he was inside me.
"Five more minutes..."
Only now do I realize what he had meant. Five more minutes until she was to show up. Five more minutes to get rid of me, so he could clean up in preparation for her arrival. Five more minutes...