Chapter 45 Caught Staring
When I arrive at work, I'm surprised to find that Noah still hasn't arrived. I never beat him here. Then again, he'd made a point of telling me to come in later than normal. However, this is later. It's almost nine and this might be the first time I've ever come in after seven thirty in the morning.
Some of the team have already arrived, none of them looking particularly great as they hide away in the cubicles, working as quietly as possible. Even if their heads are killing them, I still think they got off lightly though. None of them spent several hours in the emergency room. Making my way into the kitchen, I make myself and Noah a coffee. We're going to need a hell of a lot of caffeine to get us through today.
Noah wanders in while I'm waiting for the kettle to boil.
"I thought you might be in here," he says, offering me a coffee from the coffee shop across the street.
"Oh my gosh! You're a lifesaver!" I gush, accepting the coffee eagerly. "I was just going to make coffee."
"I think we both need something a little stronger than that instant crap."
I don't disagree with him.
"We've got our work cut out for us today with this lot," he says, leading me outside. "I can't see them being particularly efficient today."
"Whose fault is that," I tease.
"I never suggested going to that club," he retorts, his tone matching mine.
"Sure. Sure."
"When I work out who did..." he begins, threateningly.
"It wasn't me," I insist. Honestly, I'd have happily gone straight home after work last night, feeling exhausted after all the excitement. The only reason I agreed to go out at all was because Noah was going, not that I'd ever tell him that.
"Didn't say it was," he says with a shrug, smirking at me.
He leads me into his office, giving me a run down of everything he needs me to do this morning as he sits down behind his desk.
"I want to have a meeting with the team this afternoon," he says.
"Alright, I'll let them all know."
"Thanks."
Leaning back in his chair, he's watching me and his gaze makes me blush scarlet. I'm silently praying that he hasn't noticed.
"I really did misunderstand you, Eden," he says eventually.
Shrugging my shoulders, I don't say anything. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to tell him. I won't tell him that it's okay. It isn't. But equally, I'm not really angry about it anymore.
"I'm sorry," he tells me more sincerely than I think I've ever heard him before.
"Let's just forget about it," I reply. "It's in the past."
"Just don't do it again," I add ominously.
"I wont."
"If there's nothing else, I'll get to work," I say softly, smiling widely at him.
It's so bizarre how ten minutes with Noah can change my mood so much. This morning, I'd woken up in a foul mood, not even really wanting to come to work but now I'm looking forward to the rest of my day and it's all because of Noah Grisham.
I'm not sure I like it.
Turning away, I wave him goodbye as he calls after me, "leave the door open."
To look at Noah, you'd never realise that he spent the night in A&E. Perhaps, it's the coffee he keeps drinking none stop but he doesn't even look tired. There are no dark marks under his eyes, unlike my own and he hasn't got any signs of a hangover unlike everyone else in the conference room. There's not a single member of the team who looks bright eyed and bushy tailed. They are all looking a little worse for wear. It's strange seeing as it's now well past lunch time and I would have thought they'd have worked through the worst of their hangovers already.
Noah looks far better than he should. His hair is a little messy but not in an untameable sort of way, but rather in that way it usually does when he's been running his hair through it a little bit too much. It's usually a sign that he's stressed or working hard.
"Eden," Noah says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I ask, surprised by my own lack of concentration. How could I let myself get so distracted by him?
"Can you pop back to my office and print of the materials list for me?" he asks, writing something down on a scrap of paper.
"Sure," I reply uncertainly.
"My password," he tells me, offering it to me.
I take it and leave the conference room, grateful for the opportunity to escape, crossing my fingers that he didn't notice me staring at him. He would have smirked or something if he had, right?
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