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aren't going to say anything?" I asked when he didn’t move.
    "You want me to open the door and yell, ' H ey, I'm not sleeping with Lexi . ' Hmm?"
    My eyes widened. "No!"
    "They'd definitely think we were if I did that," Solomon pointed out. "And just because we haven't , doesn't mean we won't."
    I scraped my chair back, got to my feet and grabbed the folder , my jaw stiff at his prediction .
    Solomon stood at the same time, towering over me. "Lex."
    "Fu..."
    "Don't say it," he warned, his voice low again. "I'm your boss. I won't take shit from any employee."
    "I'm not just any employee," I protested, my voice low as a whisper.
    "You are here. You want to be treated like an employee . T hat’s what I’m doing ; and right now, I’m warning you. "
    We glowered at each other . T hen, with my mouth set in a thin line, I walked into the communal office area . I was acutely aware that each of my four asshole colleagues were all pretending to do something else other than ear wigging , and I forced myself to sit at my desk. If I walked out the office right now, my lip quivering, I would l ook silly and petulant, un like Flaherty , who didn't give a rat's ass if we took his case or not.
    Instead, I snuck the file into my purse because I wasn't prepared to give up on Marissa Widmore , not just yet.
    While I sat there, pretending to be engrossed in the background checks that landed on my desk — another side of Solomon's business was vetting people and employees for clients—I was acutely aware that the conversation hadn't gone the way I planned. What I meant to say was something along the lines of “ I'm just as good as they . ” I might not have years on the force, like Flaherty, or a background in one of the national agencies like Fletcher and Delgado , but I did have a history of talking about law enforcement and understanding it. I was a good shot, a thinker, and, crucially for this business, people talked to me without suspecting I had a wire taped to my chest . I had a lot my colleagues didn't have , and none of it had to do with lying on my back.
    What I ended up saying sounded like even though I protested about the way my colleagues clearly regarded me . I implied to Solomon that there was more to our relationship than business . I was fairly certain he'd never kissed any of the guys, and, oh boy, had he kissed me before, but that was as far as it went. I'd go tten my job fair and square. He ha d come to me and offered. I didn't beg for it. Implying there was anything more between us was just as bad as Fletcher, Flaherty, Delgado and Lucas Givens ' sordid little minds assuming there was.
    I didn't know what to make of Solomon's assertion that things mi ght be different between us in the future than they were now. As far as I knew , since the last time he'd kissed me, months ago, and now, he never indicated that he wanted anything more from me. I'd almost put it down to a fun flirtation that hadn't gone anywhere , and now I didn't know what to think.
    I did know I was thinking way too much about Solomon kissing me.
    Halfway through my stack of background checks , I'd had enough. I put the completed reports in my out tray, locked my laptop in the desk drawer, grabbed my purse and walked out , without saying goodbye. I didn't even look back to see if Solomon noticed me leaving because there was no way I should care what he thought, except whethe r I was doing a good job or not. It hurt me inexplicably that he might think not.
    As I clattered down the stairs, each heel ringing out a sharp note, I realized I hadn't even asked about Solomon's case. For the first time in my role as Lexi Graves, PI , I didn't even care about the job. I was furious.
    In my car, I called Lily. "Let's go out tonight," I said. "Somewhere loud , where the drinks are cheap and the men are pretty."
    "How about mid-priced and sexy?"
    "Bring it on."
    "Cool. I'm at the gym. I'll be home in an hour."
    "I'm on my way."

 
     
     
     
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