If I don’t get enough sleep, I’ll be tired on the first day of my new job.
I drop my book and phone on the nightstand and turn off the lights.
I slide into bed and pull the sheet over me.
This spectacular, expensive house in an upscale neighborhood is a dream, but without Kaz here, it’s like I’ve lost my anchor.
Being home alone sucks.
My eyes pop open.
For a second, I’m certain I was having a nightmare, but I’m still tucked under the sheets and not thrashing all over the place or sweating. I check the time on the clock.
One a.m.
He still isn’t home?
I sit up in bed and squint into the night.
Disappointment washes over me.
Kaz is sleeping in the armchair.
I guess what happened earlier between us hasn’t changed a thing. I’m still his fake girlfriend––the female companion who’s helping him change his image, not the woman he slides in bed with at the end of the day.
Chapter 37
Reset button
Harley
Iget out of the taxi, balancing the cardboard box I’m holding and practically prance as I waltz up the street. I stop and my eyes lift to the top floor with the huge black paned windows.
This is the reset button I needed.
I continue trailing the length of the building until I reach the staff’s entrance to the Lindström Corp’s office.
The huge smile stretching my lips falls.
With my hands occupied, how the hell am I going to open the door?
As I peer inside, the door opens.
I step back.
A broad-shouldered man wearing a navy-blue security guard uniform stares down at me. “Can I help you?”
“Good morning.” I dial up the wattage to my smile. “My name is Harley Lancaster and I’m here to meet with Cressida Paddleford.”
“Ah.” He nods. “You’re the new hire.”
“Yes, I am.” If I wasn’t carrying this box, I’d be bouncing on the balls of my feet.
“Let me help you with that.” He reaches for the box.
“Thank you so much.”
“Come on in,” he says.
