Griff is still manning the front desk since Daisy hasn’t returned from lunch, but he's respectful enough not to glance up from her tablet when I storm into the reception area, my black hair flying behind me and my face already on fire from getting myself so worked up while I waited to confront Tom. Spotting my ex-husband in the same seat I sat in the day I interviewed, I bury my nails in my palms until I swear I draw blood. He looks the same as he had when I left him several months ago. He keeps his dark hair short and neatly trimmed and he still looks impeccable in an immaculately cut black business suit, but he makes my blood boil for all the wrong reasons now.
“Lucy, it’s so good to see you,” he breathes, standing and approaching me as soon as his sky blue eyes flick in my direction. His arms open wide, and my hands tighten into fists when he pulls me in for an embrace. He even smells the same, like Tom Ford Black Orchid, and for a moment I’m almost pulled in by what once was.
When Griff clears his throat, though, the trance breaks. I back away from my ex until the back of my body bumps against one of the filing cabinets on the other side of the room.
"Tom,” I start breathlessly, dragging my hands over my face. “What are you doing here?”
He gives me that charming smile, or at least the smile I led myself to believe was charming, and takes another step closer. “I want you back, Luce. I’ll go to any counselor you choose—I just want you to come home.”
“As long as I’m willing to work for you and Shane, that is.”
“Shane is no longer in the equation like that, but yes, I want you to come back to work. I’m planning on paying you back all the money you invested plus double what you’re making here. Think about it, Luce, it’s…”
My shoulders sag, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Shane and Tom hadn’t even been able to pay me back the money I invested in the company. How the hell does he expect me to buy his promise now? Even more importantly, how the hell does he expect me to just leave Boston to go back to San Francisco after all that’s happened between us?
“I’m not interested.”
“Luce, if you’d just—”
When I release a harsh sound from the back of my throat, cutting him off, I hear Griff shift around at Daisy’s desk. I glance up to find him staring at my ex, his eyes hard. "Do I need to get rid of this fuck, Lucy?" His stare never leaves Tom’s, so my ex holds up his hands defensively.
"I don't mean her any harm; I just want to talk to my wife without her ... new friends getting in the way." Returning his focus to me, he bows his head almost apologetically. I don’t buy it for even a split second. "Look, I had a conference here in Boston, and I wanted to try one more time before I leave. You ignore my calls and texts, so you at least owe me that."
"I don't owe you a thing," I snap.
"That's where you're wrong. I want to talk and I'm not leaving this"—he narrows his eyes and glances around the front office—"bullshit you’ve reduced yourself to until you've at least talked to me."
I’m ashamed of Tom. Of the way the insult he hurls at our building makes Griff flinch. At last, I give up on keeping the space between our bodies. Stalking over to him, I grip his arm and lead him toward the door. He already embarrassed me at my last job by cheating on me for months on end, and I'll be damned if I let him make me look like a fool here. "I'll be back in a few minutes," I mutter to Griffin, who tells me to call for him if I need anything, and then I step out into the cold. When I turn to Tom, a wave of nausea hits me as he skims one knuckle down the side of my face, I slap his hand away.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing showing up here?”
“You never used that word before,” he points out in a low voice, and I cross my arms over my chest. “I came here because I was in town and I want you to come home, Lucy. I think we deserve another chance.”
“No.”
He shakes his head, looking at me incredulously. “You’re selling sex toys now, Luce. Your picture is all over a website claiming to specialize in everything extreme. I’m worried about you. You were my wife, after all. This isn’t the woman I fell in love with.”
“Were you ever even in love with me?” I hear myself whisper before I can stop myself. “You know what, don’t answer—”
“Yes. I’ve always loved you, Luce. That’s why I want you to come home,” he says huskily and takes a step toward me. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that it will stop the tears from starting. I’m over Tom. I’m over his games and what I thought was real, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way he manipulated me. The way he’s still manipulating me.
“Then if you love me, stop bothering me. Just let me live my life without threatening to sue me every single week.”
“You’re selling sex toys,” he says again, but this time his voice takes on a nasty edge. “You’re above that. At least you were when we were still together.”
My eyes fly open only to narrow angrily at him. “I’m marketing for a well-respected metalwork’s designer. Just the same as I marketed for the pricks who own the world’s shittiest coffee company. I don’t see what the problem is.”
“The problem is you’re better than this.” He skims his lips together, and when he smiles, a chill races down my spine. “Does your mother know you’re doing this?”
“This isn’t about my mother, this is about you and me and why you can’t just leave me alone,” I spit out, praying he doesn’t see right through my answer. I’ve avoided telling Mom too much about my job at EXtreme, and I have no intention of giving her a dossier on the company anytime in the near future. I already know what she’ll have to say about it, and it won’t be pretty. “I’m not coming back to San Francisco because we’re divorced. You’re in love with Shane. Don’t try to lie and say he’s no longer in the equation because we both know he is and you’ll do anything to save your company from tanking. I’ve moved on. I’ve—”
“Lucy,” an accented voice calls my name, and my shoulders tense as I spot Jace, Daisy and Theo coming around from the back of the building with their arms full of takeout boxes. His blue eyes harden when they land on Tom, but he grants the other man a brief nod. “I’m Jace Exley, the owner here, can I help you?”
As Theo and Daisy duck inside, carrying our boss’s share of the boxes, Jace strides over to us. My ex’s focus zeroes in on the possessive way his tattooed arm comes around my waist. “You’re screwing your boss?” He shakes his dark head in disappointment. “Jesus Christ, Luce, you really have gotten desperate, haven’t you? How trashy of you. I—”
“Tom!” I gasp and Jace’s hand immediately drops from my waist at the mention of his name.
Before I can blink, he seizes Tom by the lapel of his suit jacket. “Careful there. I’m very protective of my employees—especially Ms. Williams—and I’d hate to break her ex-husband’s pretty veneers right in front of her. She’s not coming back to San Francisco. She’s not your fucking beard. She’s not anything to you anymore, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Tom growls, his nostrils flaring as Jace releases him. He turns to me as he straightens his clothing. “I’m flying back to San Francisco this evening, but my lawyers will be in touch with yours. Shane and I will be following through with the suit.”
“Of course you will,” I say, relaxing against Jace when he slides his hand into the back pocket of my black skirt. “Goodbye, Tom.”