Office Romance. Part 9

Candace's POV

I walk down the street to a sandwich shop and eat quickly, sitting at a corner table where I can be alone. I want to focus on work, but Cannon occupies my thoughts so much that it’s uncomfortable.

The feeling of his lips on mine, his firm chest when he holds me close, and the way his hand felt cupping the back of my head while I pleasured him at the theater…all those feelings, and the memories of them, make me so happy. I want it all, but it feels impossible to fit into my life.

When I get back to the office, almost everyone else is back from lunch. To my surprise, there is much less mean-spirited chatter, and there’s a glimmer of hope within me that the worst is over, at least for the day, but that thought evaporates as soon as I actually make it to my desk.

Right in the middle of my desk—on top of my keyboard—is a tabloid, and on the cover is a picture of Cannon and me, kissing in the back of his car when he dropped me off af