Me: Fine with me.
Gianna: I suggested Juni. She mentioned wanting to do more technical things, and it might be fun for her.
It might be fun for us, too.
If I have five weeks left with Gianna, I’m going to make damn sure they’re fun.
Me: Sounds good to me.
Gianna: Ok. Enjoy your family.
I smirk.
Me: I’d rather be enjoying you.
Gianna: DONT YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME NOW.
Me:
Gianna: You wanna play? Game on, buddy. I play to win.
A smile ghosts my lips. Little does she know that if she wins, so do I. And I like the odds of playing for keeps.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Gianna
“How was your weekend?” Francine leans against my office door with a smug grin on her face.
“If you’re asking how my date was with my new boyfriend, it was great,” I say, laughing. “Every time I call him my boyfriend, I feel like I’m in middle school again. But it’s so fun.”
“Between you and me, if I were younger and single and Drake Bennett wanted me to call him my boyfriend, I wouldn’t blink twice.” She laughs, too, and enters my office. “I take it things went well?”
“He took me to the cutest place to eat called Hess.”
“I’ve heard of it,” she says, nodding along. “A friend of ours went there for their anniversary last weekend and raved about it. I heard more about their brussels sprouts than I’ve ever heard about brussels sprouts in my life.”
“Whatever they said, multiply it by a thousand. It was seriously the best food, the best ambiance, the best everything.”
“The best company?” She smiles knowingly. “I have to say, I didn’t see this coming between the two of you, but it’s great. It makes sense. And God knows it’s good for our show. I askedTommy to get our reports from last week early, if possible. I have a meeting with the executives this afternoon, and I want solid data on hand. This dating bet has just propelled you into outer space, and I want to make damn sure they know it.”
It makes sense? What the heck is she talking about?
My mind wanders, wondering if other people think Drake and Imake sense. The idea of the office chattering about us amuses me more than it should. Are they whispering at the water cooler about how they saw this coming? Because there’s no way. I don’t believe that for a second. We aren’t two people you pull out of a lineup and think,Oh, those two go together like bread and butter.
Right?
I shake the thought out of my head and focus on work. “When do you think they’ll have a decision about who they’re moving to the Thursday slot?”
She shrugs. “I was hoping we’d know something by now. I’ll poke around about it today and see if anything shakes out.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Will do. Now, Juni will get in touch with you shortly. She was thrilled when I asked her to be the moderator for you and Drake. You should’ve seen the look on that girl’s face.” She laughs. “I didn’t know whether you wanted to do it in here or in the studio, since it was more of an informal thing. But if you need me in the booth, just text. I’ll be around until one thirty, then I head into meetings for the rest of the day.”
“Great. We’ll probably record it in here as long as Drake doesn’t object—and I can’t see why he would.”
