“Ms. Riley? It’s the doorman, Mr. Pawnell.”
Oh, holy hell.
I heave out a sigh of relief. Plopping my muffin on top of my bedside table, I whisk the sheets off me before padding toward the elevator.You would think with how fancy this place is, they wouldn’t have the front door open up into your actual space.When I peek around the corner, sure enough, the same guy from downstairs earlier is standing just past the elevator doors in his tidy black uniform with gold accents, holding a humongous gift basket.
“What’s this?”
“It was left for you at the door. I told them I’d have no problem bringing it up to you. Mr. and Mrs. Freeman said you’re not to be disturbed.”
I nearly chuckle. Mrs. Freeman? Micah seriously can’t wait to attach her to his last name. Honestly, a little jealous about that.
Not about Micah. About what he represents. He’s handsome, possessive, and over-the-top, but he’s all those things for her. I want a Micah of my own. There have been nights since the fire that I’ve imagined how much easier this would be if I had someone. I wouldn’t feel like a burden to Raeann. They want to start their lives, and here I am putting on the brakes forMr. and Mrs. Freeman.
“That was very nice of you. Um…” I check my pockets like I have my wallet when I know damn well there is no wallet. I make a mental note to ask Rae-bae where it is as I give the gentleman a small smile. “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any money on me right now. I’ll make it right later.”
“Don’t you worry about it, Miss.”
He extends the package toward me, an array of pastel flowers flowing every which way out of a hand-woven basket. The flurry of scents and visuals bring a smile to my face. “This is gorgeous.”
“Would you like me to put it on the counter for you?”
“No, I’ll take it.”
He places the arrangement in my hands and—damn—it’s not that it’s heavy, but it is so large it’s awkward.
“Thank you!” I call back to Mr. Pawnell while moving toward the kitchen, placing the basket on the counter. I reach for my phone to take a picture and stop. No phone. Of course.
I honestly can’t remember if it was my idea to not have a phone first, or if it was Raeann’s, but we might need to discuss it again. I could at least play games on it if I had one, drown out the ticking of that damn clock.
Behind me, the elevator dings with the retreat of the doorman, and I’m left with the over-the-top gift. I check the card. He said it was for me, but this is exactly the kind of thing Micah would send Raeann on a random Thursday.
I slip open the envelope and pull out the rectangular note. My heartbeat ratchets up as I read the simple note.
For us, Levi.
Levi sent this to me?
This must be a mistake. Unless he really was flirting with me. Which is crazy. Or… This could be a sympathy gift. Like, anI’m-so-sorry-you-don’t-have-any-money-and-look-like-you-spend-all-day-in-bed,-and-are-unfortunately-damaged-goods,-here-are-these-flowers-to-make-it-better.
My fingers brush the exquisite petals, purples, pinks, and whites interspersed with greenery straight out of a fairytale. The candy boxes and?—
You’re kidding.
I grab the small rectangular box and squeal. A phone. The literal latest phone. My fingers shake so much I can barely tear the box open. Inside, the screen comes to life. A sexy picture of Levi staring into the camera with smoldering eyes and a super model expression greets me.
I nearly drop the phone.Christ. He’s my fantasy come to life. He’s going to give me a freaking heart attack with how good looking he is.
The good news is, if I ever do drop it, he already has a screen protector and a heavy-duty case on it. I search through the apps, seeing if he’s left anything else for me, and when I click on Contacts, he’s the sole person listed. Big Dick Levi.
Big Dick Levi? Is he for real? I burst out laughing. The man has no shame. And apparently not a single ounce of insecurity.
I keep searching, and in the camera roll, I find a few more pictures of him, all selfies with different poses.
The man is h-o-t, hot.
Fanning myself, I click on his name and type out a message.
Me: Did the Big Dick Levi buy me a phone? Also, did you give yourself that nickname? Or… Inquiring minds want to know.
