Rosie was late to work.
She had to fix her lipstick, her hair and her clothes after that passionate kiss they shared in the kitchen. If Dustin hadn't cleared his throat to indicate they needed to go, they would have gone further than a kiss. Though she was embarrassed, she was glad that Dustin had stopped them. The kitchen was sacred to Calypso and the blonde would probably never be able to forgive them if they had sex in there.
Cedric waited for her and got in the same car as her to work. He held her hand all the way. Held her hand hard. Tight. Like he'd never let go. Like he thought if he did, she'd dissolve into foam and disappear from his life.
She'd been worried someone would again notice her getting out of the same car as her boss. But her worries were unnecessary and soon, she was at her desk, balancing working on reports and taking calls from various clients.
