Part 3 (1/2)
Walking into the office still took me aback sometimes. The s.p.a.ce looked great with the subtle lighting and sleek workstations. Sid sat next to two of the newest team members. I leaned on the desk they huddled around. They paused and looked up.
”What's new, guys?”
Chris was about a decade older than we were. This wasn't his first job at a start-up, so he brought some experience that most of us lacked. A heavyset guy, he had bright red hair that was overgrown and curled up at his shoulders. Based on the past week's attire, he seemed to have an affinity for Hawaiian s.h.i.+rts.
On the other end of the spectrum, we had hired James as our dedicated designer and front-end developer. He was a different brand. With a mop of nearly black wavy hair, tanned skin, and bright blue eyes, he was by far the most naturally outgoing of the entire crew. Well-built with a touch of bad boy about him thanks to some ink that peeked out from his b.u.t.ton-downs, he wasn't hard to look at either.
”Morning, Erica.” He flashed a smile that caught me off guard.
I smiled back, surprised at being greeted with such enthusiasm so early in the morning. Good hire, I thought.
Sid blew out a breath, apparently not sharing James's mid-morning peppiness. ”We're trying to figure out a plan for rolling out the upgrades we talked about, but it's a little hard with this band of misfits trying to take us down twenty-four hours a day.”
”Uh-oh.” I cringed a little, having no idea how to go about technically fixing this problem beyond harping on Blake to work his magic. He'd been frustratingly vague about his a.s.sociation with M89, but clearly, due to whatever he'd done to p.i.s.s them off so royally, the hackers were not going to give up easily.
”Anyway, we're figuring it out. Don't worry about it.” He scowled and focused on the monitor, stopping periodically to jot down some notes.
”Can I help?”
”Nope.”
His answer was predictably curt. For the Sid I'd come to know, who was regularly grumpy due to his erratic sleep schedule, being met with challenges at ten in the morning was unacceptable. I rolled my eyes and caught James smirking.
”Keep me posted.” I pushed off the desk and disappeared behind the Chinese curtain part.i.tioning my office from the rest of the s.p.a.ce. Due to the size of the room and the budget, I'd decided to forgo the privacy that a build out would afford, and in the end, I was grateful Blake had honored that wish with his secret remodel. I felt secluded enough to do my work in peace but still connected enough to tap into whatever Sid and his crew were up to. Plus, Risa would be joining us soon, and we'd likely have a lot more regular communicating to do. At least we spoke the same language.
When their informal meeting ended, I Skyped Sid to come talk to me. He came in, his tall frame towering over me at my desk. He settled into a chair across from me.
”What's with the att.i.tude, Sid? We're on the same team here.”
”I realize that, but I'm getting really sick of patching holes in a sinking boat.”
”We're sinking?”
He sighed. ”No. But constantly patching vulnerabilities and fixing s.h.i.+t they're breaking while trying to roll out new development is becoming pretty f.u.c.king tedious, Erica.”
I sat back, stunned. Sid rarely swore, so his nerves were frayed. When my nerves were frayed, I cried in the privacy of my room or channeled my anger into being obsessively productive. When Sid's nerves were frayed, everyone suffered.
”What do we do? I want to help. I just have no idea how, Sid.”
”Talk to your boyfriend. Doesn't he have all the answers?”
”Most of the time he does, yeah. But he doesn't have a magic pill for this. I'm at a loss.”
Blake's strategy thus far had been to simply make the site completely impenetrable. Because I'd refused to let his team of programmers take over the site, the responsibility fell squarely on Sid. Now Chris and James shared the burden.
”On the ground-level, there are improvements I can make to the site. At some point, we'll need to redevelop it anyway to accommodate large-scale growth. The only thing I can think of is to work on that instead of doing these upgrades. Then at least we're working with a more solid foundation, since clearly we're going to be under attack for the foreseeable future.”
”Sid, you're scaring me. Rebuild the site from the ground up? There has got to be another way. We're coming up on a critical marketing push.”
”I'm not here to tell you what you want to hear. I suggest you talk to Blake. Whatever he did to bring this on, he should know how to fix it because this isn't what I signed on for.”
Sid's response punched me in the gut.
”Okay, how about you get the guys squared away with their work for the day and you can take the day off. Come back refreshed, and hopefully I'll have some answers tomorrow.”
I tried to keep my voice steady even though I wanted to tell him to grow the f.u.c.k up. Work was full of challenges. I had taken on the brunt of the owners.h.i.+p responsibilities, leaving him with the task of focusing on only what interested him-the development. Yet he marched around like the entire world was plotting against him. True, a small faction was in fact plotting against us, but he was being a little dramatic.
He huffed and left my pseudo-office. He mumbled some things to the guys and slumped back into his chair.
I smiled. Deep down, Sid was just as obstinate about giving up as I was. We had that in common.
CHAPTER THREE.
Alli brushed on some bronzer while we got ready in my bathroom. She let me borrow a tight leopard-print skirt that fit like a glove. She took the liberty of pairing it with a black off-the-shoulder top. I had a feeling Blake might be stripping this outfit off me with his teeth in a few hours. G.o.d, I wanted him to.
After two days of dedicated girl time, Alli was venturing out to get dinner and drinks with some friends so Blake and I could catch up. My skin was crawling from missing him so much.
We'd survived brief periods of separation before, but usually those were colored by me being totally p.i.s.sed at him, which helped stave off the unbearable attraction I had toward him. All I felt toward Blake right now was epic longing, especially after the mind-bending s.e.x we'd had in the office a few days ago.
I loved spending time with Alli, and I was glad for the time away from our respective boys if it meant reviving the friends.h.i.+p that we'd spent the past three years building. Between the Landon brothers, we had plenty to work through. I'd brought her up to speed with everything that had happened, from Blake blowing up my business deal with Max, to the total mindf.u.c.k of having Mark show up out of nowhere.
Heath came up in our conversations with a frequency that made me question how much she was really appreciating their time apart. Tonight she'd been quiet, though.
”Everything okay?”
She smiled too quickly. ”Yeah, definitely.”
I finished sprucing up, and when I walked out, Blake was lounging on the new living room set I'd purchased for the apartment. In a white collared s.h.i.+rt rolled up at the sleeves and dark blue jeans, he looked so f.u.c.king delectable that I thought seriously about straddling him right then and there.
When our gazes locked, his jaw dropped a fraction. The feeling was mutual.
”You ready?”
I smiled. Alli joined us and interrupted my laser focus on Blake's amazing body. He rose to greet her and brushed a quick kiss on her cheek.
”You look great, Alli. It's good to see you.”
”Likewise.” Her smile was tight, seemingly strained by some emotion that was bubbling under the surface.
I tried to read her body language. Was she nervous or embarra.s.sed about seeing Blake after the Heath situation in New York?
”So I guess we're off,” I said quietly, trying to break the awkwardness that hopefully only I was picking up on.
We said our goodbyes, and Blake ran his hand down my back and gave me a gentle push toward the door. The power and suggestion of his touch had my skin tingling, my nerves alert. I was suddenly cursing our dinner plans when I wanted nothing more than to drag him upstairs to his apartment and rock his world straight into the dawn.