Begin Again novel Chapter 93

The plan for Eden was to sneak into work very early, like the crack of dawn early, so she could return Liam's blazer without attracting too much attention, and maybe before he even came in because, after last night, she was confused as fuck, and needed a moment to work through her feelings and his proposal.

But sometimes, even the best-laid plans can go awry, as Eden discovered.

She overslept.

And by the time she made it to work—dressed in a drab grey dress, her hair pulled back in a low messy bun—both the visitors' and staff parking lots were already packed to capacity, and the building was just as full.

Trying to sneak into Liam's office was no longer an option.

The seductive dragon was very likely already sitting on his throne, waiting for her to crawl to him and beg to be pleased, like he had last night.

Boy, did he please her!

She'd spent the whole night, tossing and turning, reliving every little moment on that couch, every touch, every kiss and every scream—

Get your shit together. You're at work now. Eden mentally shook herself as she grabbed Liam's blazer still wrapped in the dry-cleaning plastic and her handbag and laptop and slipped out of her Uber.

Irritated with herself for oversleeping and hungry to a point her stomach was almost chewing itself because she'd skipped breakfast, she hurried inside the building, barely stopping at the entrance for her customary chat with Ted and Jim.

She was so tempted to turn around and make a dash for the bathroom when she saw the small crowd gathered outside her office.

She figured Isaac or one of the developers had sent flowers again. Nothing else excited the hoard of gossip-hungry assistants.

"What's going on?" Eden asked as she pushed through the crowd and stumbled into her office.

She paused in the middle of the room and gawked at her space, stunned to see she was way off the mark about the flowers.

The attraction was the office itself, and the only familiar thing about it was its shoebox size.

Everything else—from the high-end furniture and chic cream faux fur rug to the insanely expensive impressionist print hanging on her freshly painted walls—was new.

But it was the Ming dynasty vase sitting atop a black credenza behind the desk that caught her eye.

She left the rest of her comment float in the air, but the implication wasn't lost to Eden and the other ladies as they all snickered and exchanged knowing looks.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around spreading rumours," Eden said as she took out her phone from her handbag. "I'd hate for Mr Anderson's reputation to be damaged by your recklessness."

"My recklessness?" Lucy pressed her mouth in a tight line as she stepped further into the room. "Check the chat, honey. Someone saw you guys at La Famiglia Friday night."

Eden didn't want to. But she had to know the alert level of the shit storm she didn't even know she's in till now. So she unlocked her phone, her heart smashing to pieces as she read through the messages.

At some point during the weekend, the work chat with all the assistants had exploded. But since she muted the group, she had missed all the drama.

Someone, a Rose Walker—Eden guessed she's one of the assistants on the lower floors—had posted a high res, full HD photo of her in Liam's arms inside La Famiglia, insinuating they were on a romantic rendezvous.

The rendezvous part wasn't true, of course, and the photo was taken out of context. But Eden wasn't in the mood to explain herself to Lucy and her gang. Not that they'd believe her anyway.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Lucy taunted when Eden slipped her phone back inside her bag. "No more haughty comebacks?"