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I know she still has no idea where I slept last night, or she would have started the interrogation already.

“Olívia?”

I finally give up and drop the reports I was reading. “Yes?”

“Logan was very impressed with you.”

“I’ve already talked to him about the kind of relationship we might have.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means my heart isn’t free, Melissa.” I’m revealing as little as possible because I know how indiscreet she can be sometimes. “I told you that day. I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”

She looks at me in silence, and after a while, she starts to move away from the table. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I don’t answer, but inside, I think:I do too.

As if he guessed he was occupying my mind, my phone emits a message alert.

Guillermo:Miss Freitas, how’s your day going?

I finally decided to change his name in my phone’s contact list, removing the “Mr.”.

I look at the phone again and wonder how it’s possible that I can see him smiling even through a message.

Me:Good.

Although I love teasing him in person, somehow our differences become more evident through text.

Only a few seconds pass before the phone rings.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

I look around to see if anyone can hear me. “Nothing.”

“Olívia.”

“Can we talk later? I have to meet Chef Julien now.” My appointment with the chef ended up being rescheduled for late afternoon since the restaurant was very busy in the morning.

“Six o’clock in the lobby of the west wing.”

“Guillermo, I don’t think—”

“You’re not going to run away. We need to talk.”

“And does it have to be at your house?”

“Yes. Bring a change of clothes.”

When he sounds so authoritative like that, I’m totally torn between arguing with him for being so bossy or jumping on his neck and showering him with kisses because the truth is I love his dominant ways.

I opt for a middle ground.

“This won’t become a routine. I won’t be sleeping at your house every day.”

“We’ll talk today, and then you decide what you want to do.”

I know he’s totally dodged agreeing with me, but I pretend not to notice. Whatever we decide about us, it must be done in person.