My brow pinched. “What?”
“Since we seem to both keep getting stuck in these slumps…what if you and I made a deal with each other?”
A derisive laugh bubbled out of me. “I know you’re not suggesting what I think you are…”
“I am,” he said, his expression dead serious. He took a step toward me. “Look, we can’t stand each other?—”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
He rolled his eyes. “The point is, we wouldn’t have to worry about any feelings getting involved.Ever. And we wouldn’t have to worry about falling back into our slumps because we would have each other to use when we need a release. It’s a win-win.”
I stared at him for a long moment before pointing to my door. “Get out.”
His mouth fell open with a scoff. “Morgan?—”
“No.” I walked to my door and opened it. “Get out.”
He shook his head but didn’t protest further, walking out into the hall before turning to look at me again. “Just think about it…”
I shut the door in his face. Because I didn’t need to think about anything.
My answer was an emphaticno.
Chapter 14
I steppedinto the front lobby, walking a client out after a meeting in my office. We said our goodbyes, and as they walked out the door, they held it open for a delivery guy carrying a bouquet of roses. It had a little bear holding a heart-shaped box of what I assumed were chocolates attached to the vase. I rolled my eyes as I turned back down the hall while our front desk associate, Kathy, swooned over the gross display of affection.
It was Valentine’s Day. I’d never been a fan. Actually, I fucking hated this holiday, if you could even call it one.
In my humble opinion, it was nothing more than a stupid marketing ploy engineered to make everyone who was single—by choice or not—feel like shit or to put pressure on those in arelationship to shower their significant other with chocolate and flowers and expensive jewelry.
The only good thing that came out of it was the discounted candy that went on sale the day after.
And this year, it happened to fall on a Friday, which meant I wasn’t goinganywheretonight. I had no desire to watch people on dates or see lovey-dovey couples engaging in heavy petting and PDA because they couldn’t wait until they got home to start feeling each other up. I was fine with ordering takeout and hanging out at my apartment.
I shut the door to my office behind me and dropped into the chair behind my desk before swiveling to look out the window at the view of the water.
I thought about calling someone to see if they wanted to hang out later.
I knew Gabe was busy tonight, doing what I didn’t know.
I wasn’t even going to call Lucas because I was almost positive he had plans with Callie, considering they’d officially rekindled their romance.
I shot Chad a quick text asking what he was up to; he responded almost immediately that he had a “hot date” because, of course, he did.
I typed out a text to my sister next—yes, I would hang out with my sister on Valentine’s Day, and I wasn’t ashamed of it. Because this holiday was more like a funeral for single, hopeless romantics like her.
What are you doing tonight?
Haley
I have a date.
With who?
I don’t want to say.
Why the hell not?
