“Why are you so stressed out, Sadie?” he asks as he continues.
“Don’t ask me questions when you do that. I might tell the truth,” I say, trying not to make more noise.
“Come on. What’s going on with you? Ever since Saturday, you’ve been weird.”
“I’m always weird,” I remark.
“You are a terrible liar, you know that?” he asks.
“Am I? I don’t think I’ve told a lie yet,” I say.
“What did you and Stacy talk about Saturday?” he asks, pressing harder.
“My emotions,” I say.
“Sadie,” he says with a warning in his tone. I groan again when he moves his hands down my back, pressing his thumbs in on either side of my spine. His hands spread across my back, and I lay my head on my arm atop my desk. “Why are you and Stacy being secretive all of a sudden?”
“Mutual fantasies of us being together,” I say, chuckling. It’s not a lie, really. We’ve been texting about it all week.
He hits a spot in my lower back that makes my back arch, and I nearly moan. “Todd,” I say softly.
“Yes?” he asks innocently.
“Bro, you’re going to have to stop or...” I stop mid-sentence when the door to my office opens. Todd presses in again, getting the same reaction.
“I’d be a bit concerned if I hadn’t known it was Todd in here,” Mason laughs.
“She skipped out on lunch without calling,” Todd says.
“Yeah, she’s been shady for days. Get any information out of our sweet Sadie? She’ll melt into a puddle if you keep hitting all the right places like that,” Mason says.
“She sort of admitted to talking to Stacy about something, but she’s being just as evasive as Stacy.”
“Here. Watch this,” Mason says as he steps behind me. When Todd’s hands move, I sit up, but I crumble when Mason starts rubbing my neck.
“Fuck, that’s not fair,” I groan.
“Speak up, babe. What are you and Stacy being secretive about?” he asks.
“It’s a vagina-only chat,” I say with a breathy moan. Mason suddenly stops and spins my chair around.
“Excuse me?” he asks with a smirk.
“It’s a...”
“I heard you,” he says. “What do you mean by chat? You haven’t seen her since Saturday,” Mason asks. When I say nothing, he looks up, and Todd has a grin stretched across his face.
Shit. They know we’ve been texting.
I slip out of my chair and duck under Mason’s arm before he can grab me. I pivot out of Todd’s reach and run for the door. I know they are following, so I go to the stairwell. I won’t get away if I wait for the elevator.
I throw the door open and take off for the stairs, trying not to kill myself in the process. I can hear Todd and Mason following me, and it distracts me enough that I don’t realize I am coming up on someone until I run directly into Dean and Lance.
“Whoa,” Lance says. “What’s wrong?”
“Uhm...” I start to say.
“Grab her,” Mason calls out. Dean laughs and grabs me before I can slip away from him. I wiggle and fight, but he pulls my arms above my head and pins me against the wall.