Out of Control (Losing Control Series Book 2) by Desiree Wilder Page A

Gia?” she asked and then she saw Ethan. “Oh, hi, Ethan,” she gushed. “It’s been a while. How are you?” Ethan looked surprised to see her.
    “Good, Bridget, how are you?” They shook hands. I let go of his other hand.
    “Oh, I’m good. Busy, but good. I hear The Lock has some great concerts this year. My girlfriends and I are planning on coming up. Maybe we could get some more of those VIP passes you promised me?” She never took her eyes off him. It was like I wasn’t even there. He promised her and her friends VIP passes? I feel really stupid right now.
    “Yeah, sure,” Ethan told her.
    “Thank you, Ethan! See you soon.” She rushed into her salon.
    I started up the stairs and Ethan followed me. I was picturing the two of them together and it was making me sick. My phone beeped. I had a message from Mr. Evans. That was ironic . He said that the building would be closed again tomorrow and didn’t know about the rest of the week yet. He was hoping to have more information soon and would let me know but asked me to send a companywide e-mail ASAP.
    “Everything okay?” Ethan asked me.
    “Yeah. I have some work I need to do for Mr. Evans,” I told him. “You should probably head back anyway.” I turned on my computer.
    “Gia, I know you’re wondering about Bridget. It was nothing and it was a long time ago.” Wow, is that what he’s going to say about me someday?
    “It’s none of my business, Ethan, and to tell you the truth, I don’t want to know. She’s my boss’s wife, for Christ’s sake.” I was shaking and I wanted him to leave before I started crying.
    “I’m sorry, Gia,” he said. “How long will your work take you? I could leave and come back so we could talk.”
    “No. It’ll be a while and then I need to get ready for the rest of the week.” Two lies in one sentence. That was a bad sign. “Plus, I told you I don’t want to know, so why would I want to talk about it?”
    “I don’t want to leave it like this,” he said. “Gia, will you please look at me?” I stopped shuffling papers around and looked up at him. “I don’t want to leave while you’re upset.”
    I looked back at my desk and logged on to my computer. “I’m not upset. I just have a lot to do. It’s all good.” Three lies in one breath. I was really pushing it.
    “When can I see you again?” he asked quietly. I think he was scared to hear the answer.
    “I don’t know. Call me,” I said.
    “Can I take you to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked. “Please, Gia.”
    “I don’t know, Ethan. Just call me. I’m sorry, but I really have to get this done for Mr. Evans.” I looked at him and I felt bad. He looked almost scared. I had to give him something. “Okay, Ethan, how about dinner on Wednesday night? Would that be all right?”
    “Yes, although I’d rather see you tomorrow. But I’ll be here Wednesday at six to pick you up. Can I still call you later?” He was unbelievable.
    “Yes,” I said and it made him smile a little bit.
    “Good.” He took me in his arms. I hugged him back and gave him a quick kiss. It was all I had for him and it was more than I felt like giving at that moment.
    “Gia, please don’t forget about what happened between us in the last few days. It was real and you felt it, too.” He kissed my cheek.
    As soon as he left I quickly typed the e-mail and pushed send. Then I curled up in my little spot on my couch and thought about Ethan and Bridget. I imagined him telling her all the things he’d told me. Tears started running down my cheeks. I thought about what Vince had said about him and Ethan sharing women and I got a sick feeling. It didn’t matter that Ethan had seen me before and wanted to meet me. He wanted to fuck me just like he did all those other women and I was blinded by his charm. My door buzzer sounded and I hesitantly pulled myself up and went to it.
    “Yes?” I said.
    “Delivery for Gia.”
    “Come up.” I buzzed him in.
    I opened the door