Chapter 572

One quick peck with Becca before you headed in opposite directions, along with a promise to update her on the Eric story, and you headed back to the office. You delivered Becks’ drink and snack to her, waiting an extra moment for a lady asking her a question to leave.

“I’m guessing you can’t sneak away and come hear it from the horse’s mouth?” you asked.

Becks sighed and shook her head. “Not during work hours,” she said. Then she narrowed her eyes. “Why are your lips looking ... redder? Or pinker?”

“Fuck,” you said but resisted the urge to wipe your mouth. You’d learned that lesson the hard way after kissing Gemma or Sabrina too soon after they applied something to their lips and gave you a quick kiss. “I ran into a friend of Gemma, Sabrina and I at the coffee shop.”

“A friend, huh?” Becks smirked.

“Shut up,” you chuckled.

“Too bad you can’t greet all your friends like that when you run into them day-to-day,” she grinned.

“Way too bad,” you agreed and winked at her.

She let you leave the drinks, and box of pastries, under her care as you went to the first-floor washroom and cleaned your face. Before doing that you took a picture in the mirror and sent it to the group chat with Sabrina and Gemma - you weren’t exactly looking clown-like but it was noticeable enough that you were exasperated that Becca hadn’t said anything to you. Gemma sent back several crying laughing emojis and admitted that Becca had already told her she’d left you a little ‘present’ after running into you. Sabrina sent a line of the same emojis two seconds later.

Once you were cleaned up - your lips looking red from rubbing now instead of the pink lipstick Becca had gotten on you - you headed back out and collected the drinks from Becks as she gave you another smirk and then bit the corner of her lip teasingly while shooting you ‘I want your dick’ vibes through her eye contact.

That left you feeling a little chubbed up and you had to take some deep breaths during the elevator ride. How was she able to do that to you after the night and morning you’d had?

You delivered the coffees, needing to mutter apologies to almost every lawyer you were delivering the drink to instead of leaving it on their desks minutes before they arrived - most were fine with it, a few didn’t even look up from what they were doing, and a couple gave you accusatory glares like you’d stepped in dog shit and were trailing the smell around the office. Thankfully the last ones were low in the office hierarchy and didn’t interact with you or the others much.

When you finally made it back to the conference room you only had three small coffees left and the box of pastries was significantly lighter. The pasty-bribes seemed to have been a hit.

“Alright,” you said as you handed Eric and Sabrina their drinks and shortbread cookies. Sabrina was smirking as she looked at your lips, which you really fucking hoped had returned to normal colouration. “Let’s hear the story.”

Eric took a moment to sip his coffee, taking a breath and letting it slowly. “OK. So, you guys saw everything at the park, right?”