Okay, well I’m up to my eyeballs in shit to do and I’m starving because I haven’t eaten so can we talk later?
CHASE
Not having a good day?
ME
What does it sound like?
CHASE
Anything I can do?
ME
Yes, stop texting me. Can I go now?
CHASE
For now, Princess.
Have a better day. I’ll be thinking of you.
Princess. That damn nickname causes butterflies to take flight in my stomach. I don’t want to want him but when he sends me texts like that or I catch him watching me, it has me questioning all the reasons I say we can’t repeat that night on the island.
A notification on my computer alerts of another meeting in ten minutes, so I shake off all thoughts of Chase, my resistance, and the impending doom this day holds and dive back into work, counting down the hours until I can go home.
Now that Chase’s suspension is officially over and the team is back in town, I was hoping for an easy day, but no, the universehad other plans. First, I spilled my coffee this morning, which meant I had to clean the kitchen and change my clothes before I left for work. Of course, everything else spiraled too. There was an accident on my normal route, so I had to detour on some back roads, causing me to be late. I’ve just gotten out of a meeting when I check my phone and notice a missed text from Chase.
CHASE
Met a girl yesterday.
What the fuck?
ME
Why are you telling me this?
CHASE
She was cute.
ME
Excuse me?
CHASE
Yeah, she was great.
ME
Nope. Not having this conversation.
CHASE
Is that jealousy I sense, Princess?
