Pulling open the door, I give her the best smile I can muster. It’s weak, at best. “Goodbye, Willa.”
“Goodbye, Hudson.”
The door shuts behind me, and I slowly make my way down the steps all the while feeling like my puppy just died. Shit. What the hell is this feeling? Placing my palm on my chest, I wince. “Fuck.” It hurts. And then it hits me. I know what this is. It’s fucking heartbreak.
ChapterThirteen
WILLA
“This is a mistake.”
Bonnie places a hand on my shoulder and pushes, propelling me forward. “No. It’s not. You can do this.”
I glance over at Bonnie. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
We’re standing in front of a new high-rise building in the center of Chicago. Glancing at my phone, I make sure I’ve got the correct address. “This is the right place.”
“Wow, it’s something.”
“What is?”
“How the other half lives. I bet she’s got views of Lake Michigan.”
I shrug. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
Pulling open the door, Bonnie steps through first. We’re greeted by a man in a security uniform. “May I help you?”
Bonnie smiles at the man sweetly. “Well, hello, handsome.”
I roll my eyes, not caring who sees. She’s such a flirt.
“Hello to you too, beautiful.” He flirts right back. To be honest, if he’s single, the two would look adorable together. He appears to be a bit older than Bonnie, but that doesn’t matter.
“We’re invited to a party.” She points to the gift in my arms. “A birthday party.”
“The Andreesen party?”
“That’s right.” Bonnie steps closer to the desk. Placing her elbows onto the counter, she leans forward. I know this move; she’s tried to get me to use it from time to time. She calls it the Cleavage Crunch. By placing her elbow on the counter, she’s able to simultaneously lean closer to her target while pressing the girls together. She’s a genius. Seriously. “How’d you know?”
Oh, boy. She doesn’t need to play dumb. Her boobs will do the trick.
“Lucky guess.” The guard stands and moves over to the bank of elevators. “Let me help.” Pressing the up button, he smiles at Bonnie. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Bonnie. What’s yours?”
“Carl.” The pair smile stupidly at each other until Carl makes his move, “Bonnie. I get off at five today. Care to have dinner with me?”
“I’d love to.”
They’re still beaming at each other when the elevator doors ding and open. Stepping around them, I enter the elevator. Placing my hand on the doors so they don’t close, I clear my throat.
Nothing happens.
“Bonnie?”
Still nothing.
