Jesse made another coffee for herself after placing cups in front of Clara, and Naomi as they sat down at the island. Her heartrate was erratic, and she debated whether she needed the second cup of espresso. She took a long gulp and sighed. The mocking grins of her colleagues made her squirm.
“You’re supposed to guarding the office door,” she grumbled as Naomi leaned forward and pulled her ponytail off the back of her neck. She slapped at Naomi’s touch.
“You’re supposed to be a strong independent woman and yet you’re marked up like he’s struck you with a branding iron,” Naomi grinned. “I’m counting three visible hickeys.”
She slapped her away, “f**k off.”
Naomi wiggled her eyebrows at Clara, “he bites.”
“f**k Cat!” Jesse groaned, knowing immediately who opened her mouth. “God damn, sh
