Chapter 18
ONCE WE WERE BOTH INSIDE the boss's office, I closed the blinds and looked around.
“So...” I said.
Marissa laughed nervously. “Yeah, exactly. So...”
The air between us felt so thick I could barely breathe. I wanted to throw myself at her, but something held me back. If only she would throw herself at me, the way she had when she'd first arrived.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you,” she confessed. “Ever since I saw you after my interview, it's been like... like you're the only person in the world. I hope that doesn't sound creepy. It's just nice to finally stop obsessing over my husband, how he did me dirty. There have been days where that's literally all I think about. My mind is mud. It's such an unpleasant place to be, these days.”
“Sorry,” I said.
She gazed
