“God it’s horrible.”I laugh as a tear slips down my face.
I miss Sebastian so much it hurts.
“I need to meet this stupid man.He clearly still likes you.”Lexi frowns, jutting out her hip.
Likes?
Is that all?If he liked me, he might have reached out to apologize and make amends.
There was more.Or so I thought.
For over a week I’ve been fighting my feelings, wondering if what we shared, albeit for only a few days, was real.
I felt like Sebastian’s fiancée.
I could imagine being his wife.
I could see myself living in his home, sleeping in our bed, kissing his green-sludge-coated lips as he left for work each day.
His silence, day after day, a reminder that I was living in la-la land.It was fake.I did a job.Nothing more.
Now he sends me roses?
I’m both happy and angry at him.
Inviting Mason and the other guys to my birthday drinks was a bad idea, but damn Lexi fancies Mason, so I couldn’t exactly stop her when she extended the invite.
“Sure?”Mason asked, glancing my way as we said farewell after the interview.
“Of course.It’s nothing formal, just some drinks, then we’ll hit the clubs.”
“Then great, I’ll round up the guys.”
We shared a glance, one where we were both saying different things.Mason saying I won’t invite Sebastian.Me asking if he might want to come.
I don’t know what these flowers mean.
Or the kiss.
Or calling me sexy.
Goddamn him.I’m going to psychoanalyze every damn letter all day long.
No.I won’t.
He’s had a week to reach out and hasn’t.That’s all I need to know.He probably had his new PA send this.
“Drink your green shit and let’s get to our nail appointment,” Lexi says and pulls on a pair of long black boots.
After putting the roses in a vase, I change into a sundress and add a leather jacket, then slip on a pair of ballet flats.
Ten minutes later, we’re downstairs and hailing a cab.Sans the juice.
All day I fight the urge to message Sebastian and thank him for my gift.Connecting again would be a slippery slope.Our attraction is strong, and he’s very dominant.I can’t say no to him, so after figuring he probably just wants to start sleeping together again, I decide to just enjoy the flowers—not the sludge—and keep working on forgetting him.
As if I ever will.
At least I’m not alone now.Lexi is staying in New York after accepting the job.We’ve agreed she will pay reduced rent while sleeping on the sofa, giving me time to find another job.
