ME
I’ll have Stella send over the details. I’ll pick you up and we can brief on the way there.
SOPHIA
Fantastic. Thank you!
I heart her comment and set the phone down. Moments later, as I’m trying to focus on work, my phone buzzes again.
WYATT
Hi. How’s your day going?
I notice I touch my lips again and immediately get butterflies in my stomach.
I’m so fucked.
Something has shifted since we talked about what happened. It felt good to be honest with him. It felt good to kiss him, too, but that cannot happen again. I’m trying to sign his sister, and we’re working on the merger project together—not to mention his firm stance a few weeks ago when he was adamant about keeping things professional.
ME
Busy.
WYATT
Can I take you to lunch tomorrow?
ME
Can’t. Already have plans.
WYATT
Is that an excuse?
ME
No, meeting with Grant to talk about some projects.
I see the three dots in a bubble pop up, disappear, pop up, disappear like he wants to say something but is struggling with what to say.
He’s still convinced there may be “hidden feelings” between me and Grant. I could correct him easily, but I’m having a little too much fun.
WYATT
Where are you guys going for lunch?
ME
I’m not sure yet. We thought we’d play it by ear.
WYATT
I was just going to offer some recommendations if you didn’t have a place yet.
I don’t tell him his sister is joining us. It’s good for him to squirm a bit.
ME
