Arielle
Since Darius had indirectly told me to shower, I decided I was wearing one of his shirts.
Petty? Maybe.
Deserved? Absolutely.
I opened his closet, grabbed a crisp white shirt, and slipped it on. It hung loose over my body and stopped high on my thighs. Shorter than I expected.
But good enough.
I brushed my hair back with my fingers, took one look in the mirror, and headed upstairs.
The third door on my right, as he said.
I opened it and walked in. Joel was already seated with a file in front of him. He looked up and nearly choked.
Darius…
Well.
He sat across from him. His expression was harder to read. Shock. Annoyance. Something else.
I ignored both of them and pulled out a chair.
The room looked like a private office, smaller than the downstairs spaces,
