My phone buzzed loudly and I glanced at the screen.
Lindsay.
I turned the phone off and smiled. I felt Damien's stare and met his gaze.
"Who was that?" he asked.
My gaze snagged to his lips; we were yet to talk about the kiss. I wanted to bring it up, but I was worried about what he'd say.
He might call it a mistake, or that he did it just to make Drake jealous and I wasn't sure that was the response I wanted.
"Lindsay," I said.
His brows furrowed. "Why's she calling?"
My smile widened. "Probably because she heard Drake confess his feelings for me."
Calling Lindsay when Drake showed up to my office was an impulsive decision, but I did not regret it one bit.
His frown deepened. "I see."
He looked away, jaw clenching.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He shook his head, avoiding my eyes. "Nothing."
Why was he mad all of a sudden?
"You're here," a voice called.
I sprang up from my chair when I saw Mr. Brown. "Mr. Brown."
