Arrogant Playboy(185)
I rap on her door but receive no answer, so I show myself in.
She’s gone.
THIRTEEN
BELLAMY
“Excuse me, are you crying in there?”
I dab my eyes and stare at the space beneath the stall door to see a pair of peacock blue pumps. I’m not sure if it’s Harlow or Brenna or Caitlin, but I’m not about to let them see me like this.
I hold my breath, hoping that will force the heaving to stop, but it only makes it worse.
“Hello?” The girl knocks on my stall door. “I hear you in there. Open up.”
I don’t want to deal with the mean girls, and I don’t want them to ask what happened. To be honest, I don’t know what happened. There’s no reason for me to be in a toilet stall crying my eyes out like the homecoming king just dumped me on football Friday night.
“I’m Odessa,” the girl says.
So it’s not Harlow, Brenna or Caitlin?
“You going to come out?” The toes of her blue heels lean forward like she’s standing on her tiptoes. “I’m really tall, and I can see over the door, so you better come out. Okay, I’m not that tall. Never mind.”
I dab my eyes once more with the generous, four-ply toilet paper Townsend Towers keeps stocked in the bathrooms, and unlock the door.
“Thank you, yes, there you are.” Odessa stands with her hands on her hips and a relaxed posture, and immediately I can tell she’s the kind of girl who’s not afraid to take on the world. A blanket of shiny auburn hair frames a creamy, flawless complexion and her dark green eyes are framed with the longest lashes I’ve ever seen. “Got a name?”
“Bellamy. Do you work here?” I thought I’d met everyone, but maybe not?
Her lips pinch. “Sort of. I work for Townsend Energy Holdings but not here. I’m out of the New York office.”
When I inhale the air cools my lungs and almost makes me forget I’d just been crying. “Oh, do you work with Beckham?”
“You know Beckham?” She says his name with an eye roll and a bitten smile. “Or do you, like, know Beckham.”
“I’m not sure I follow.”
Odessa bats her hand. “Forget I said anything.”
I step past her and wash my hands at the sink before taking a cool, wet paper towel and patting it against my warm cheeks. Walking back to my desk is going to be difficult, especially knowing I have to pass the reception desk where the other girls hang out.
“You’re crying over a guy, right?” Odessa stares at my reflection in the mirror.
“Maybe.”
“He’s not worth it, whoever he is. They never are.”
“I know.”
“If you know that, then why’d you let one get you all worked up?”
“It wasn’t really him; it was mostly the way he spoke to me. It was hurtful, and he wasn’t supposed to hurt me. At least he said he wouldn’t.”
She rolls her eyes again. “That’s what they all say, and you know what? They’re all a bunch of fucking liars. Pardon my French.”
I suppose she’s right.
“You want to get coffee or something? Are there any good coffee places around here that don’t have a green mermaid as a logo?” Odessa points to the door.
Dane would be livid if I just walked out of here without saying anything. “I don’t know. I should get back to my desk. My boss is probably wondering where I am. I’ve been in here a while.”
“Who do you report to?”
“Dane.”
Odessa grins wide. “Oh, I’ve got this. You’re going with me. I’ll deal with him if he gives you any shit.”
Somehow I don’t think that’s how it works with him.
She takes my arm and drags me out of the restroom and toward the elevator.
“I don’t have my purse,” I object.
“Good thing I have a company credit card.”
***
“How long have you been working here?” Odessa pulls out a chair at a table next to the front window of a small coffee shop. “I don’t remember seeing an email about you?”
“This is my first week.” I sit down and take a sip of my hazelnut latte. It’s my second one today though I hardly touched my first one. Cortland made us stop and get coffee together on the drive in this morning. He thought it’d be cute, and he ignored me when I pleaded with him since we were running late. “I’m his concierge.”
Odessa sits her cup down and squares her shoulders, the corners of her mouth curling a moment later. “You’re shitting me.”
I shake my head, looking from side to side. “No.”
“I mean, I’d heard rumors that he did that, but I didn’t know it was really a thing.”