When I fall asleep, Niall is cuddling me, his fingers still buried deep inside me.
Chapter Twenty-One
MELLIE
Niall is gone when I wake up. My bed feels depressingly empty without him in it. I contemplate calling in sick and wallowing, but I might not get to see Niall if I did that.
Maybe he would break in to bring me chicken soup or something, but I seriously doubt it. I do yoga to take my mind off things, groaning and dropping to my stomach with an “oof” as my phone rings. I snatch it up, frowning as Tiggy’s name flashes across it.
“Hello?”
Tiggy squeals down the line. Our conversations need to stop starting like this.
“It’s this afternoon!”
I sigh, propping the phone between my ear and shoulder, and rolling up my yoga mat.
“What is this afternoon, Tiggy?”
She makes an annoyed sound. “Girls night. We’re going to meet Paddy’s mystery lady.”
Aw, she sounds so excited.
“I have to work tonight, girl. But tell me any juicy gossip.”
“Oh, no,” she cuts me off with a laugh. “I’ve already pulled some strings. You and Fiona have the night off. Be in Seamus’s office, dressed for girl’s night, ready to get drunk off your tits by three o’clock.”
“In the afternoon?” I splutter, dropping my mat onto the sofa and gripping the phone so I don’t drop it in shock.
“Yes, in the afternoon,” she snaps. “I’m pregnant. I’m passed out asleep in bed by nine. I’ve gotta get my kicks in during mainly daylight hours.”
Christ. Keep your hair on.
“All right. I’ll be there.”
“Mellie,” Tiggy breathes down the line, her voice full of innuendo. I pause to hear what she has to add. “Niall is one of my bodyguards, so dresssexy.”
The phone beeps as she hangs up. Freaking hell. I check the time on my phone. It’s already midday. I have less than three hours to shave, primp, and look amazing.
I make it by the skin of my teeth, but I have to splurge for a cab I can’t afford to make it to Oracle in time. Striding inside, Arthur rolls his eyes at me. Shit. I mouth an apology his way. He shrugs as he turns back to the patron he is serving.
Apparently, Tiggy’s way of getting me out of my shift so I could attend her little girl's night was to call Arthur in on his night off. I’ll probably be workingmynext night off to make it up to him. Ugh. How irritating.
As I walk along the corridor, Niall is slouched against the wall next to the door to Seamus’s office. At the sound of my heels tapping on the hardwood floors, he glances over, not really paying attention, glancing away again as he decides I’m no threat to Tiggy.
It’s almost comical how his head snaps back when his brain processes it’s me. His eyes dart up to my face, drinking it in, slowly making their way down my body, perusing every inch.
A shiver ripples through me. It’s like he’s undressing me with his eyes. Holy hell, the man is sex on legs, and he’s never even screwed me. Life is so unfair.
“Are you joining girl’s night?” I smirk at him as I arrive at the door.
Niall’s eyes leave my bare thighs, exposed by myveryshort skirt, hovering over my tits, which are pushed up and on display, finally moving up to my eyes.
The searing heat of his gaze has me squirming, and I press my legs together. I am officially an idiot. I should have worn different panties. I’m so turned on by his gaze, and the lace of my panties is brushing over my freshly shaved, oversensitive skin, driving me crazy.
“Unfortunately not,” he rumbles, jerking his head at the handwritten that Tiggy has taped to the door.
I snicker as I read it. This must be the first time ever that Seamus Fitzpatrick’s office has a sign on it readingno vagina, no entry.