“I didn’t want to say anything to influence your judgment before meeting her,” Cressida says. “That would’ve been talking behind her back, and I’m not like her.”
“Gosh, she seems like a charming human being.”
“Right?” Cressida glances over her shoulder.
I crane my neck to see if anyone is in the hallway.
Nobody.
She returns her attention to me. “HR, the boss’s executive assistant, and I, know Kaz and you were dating before you started.”
Fake dating, but okay.
“He planned on telling everyone in the office this morning during a staff meeting, but since he’s dealing with this Grazie Mille crisis, he hasn’t been able to.” She checks over her shoulder again.
Whatever she’s about to tell me must be hush-hush.
She faces me. “Maybellynn was hovering over the admin pool, pretending she has a managerial role, while I was talking to the graphic design admin. One of the girls was sharing a story. She’d went across the street to buy chips and a soda. While she was in line, she checked her favorite gossip site and saw a photo of the boss kissing the new girl.”
I groan.
“Maybellynn’s face turned beet red. She turned on her heel, bolted to her desk, grabbed her handbag, and flew out of here like a bat out of hell.” Cressida’s dark blue eyes hold mine. “Let’s say she doesn’t only envy you for ending up with the office…” She arches an eyebrow. “But you didn’t hear that from me.”
Great, just great.
After Cressida leaves my office, I put away my laptop in the safe, grab my handbag, and blow a kiss to my orchid.
I’m done.
My first day at my new job was a mixture of petty office drama, hope, and disappointment. Every time Maybellynn strode by my office with arrogant indifference just to turn around and glower at me through the glass wall, she was steadfast in her determination to give me the evil eye. But that wasn’t enough to damper my resolve to prove myself as worthy of Kaz’s trust and this incredible office. I kept my head down andfocused on coming up with a killer social media plan, elated by the chance of reinventing myself and getting a much-needed injection of money in my bank account.
It sucks that the situation at Grazie Mille kept Kaz away from the office, but the idea of spending the entire evening with him gives me wings. I might be his fake girlfriend, but unlike Maybellynn, I’m the lucky one who gets up close and personal with the boss.
Fingers crossed we can finish what we started yesterday.
My gaze sweeps around the office that’s become a contentious issue between me and a coworker who hates me, before heading to the elevator. As I cross the office, I wave goodbye to the few coworkers still sitting in the admin pool.
The second I step outside the building, my phone chimes with a text.
SDILF
How was your first day?
Excitement bubbles to the surface.
“Get out of the fucking way,” a woman says. “If you’re going to text, don’t block the fucking sidewalk.”
“Sorry,” I say to her retreating back.
I step to the side.
My fingers fly on the screen as I type my response.
Harley
Good. Productive. And you?
SDILF
