FROM: Wyatt Bradford
Subj: RE: RE: Second chance?
I’ll take what I can get. All I need is time for the rest.
Hopefully yours,
Wyatt
I lean back in my chair and zone out, thinking about what I might wear tonight. I can see the wall of TVs from the other windows in my office. It has a clear view of Lance’s office. Movement catches my eye as he walks through his door, and I jump up with every intention of confronting him about layoffs.
As I race across the open space between our offices, I force myself to take a deep breath and calm down a bit. I need to stay professional. Lance isn’t a guy who likes to be challenged, and I’ve seen him ruin people for less while shining his smile of perfectly white veneers.
“Hey, Blair,” he says when I enter his office. “What has you in on the weekend?”
“Hey, Lance. Just catching up on a few things for next week.”
“I hope this means you’ve signed Sophia.”
“Close.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“How are the merger meetings going?” I grab a mint off his coffee table in an effort to seem uninvested in his answer.
“Everything is going as planned,” he says. “You should get on out of here and try to enjoy what’s left of your weekend.” His dismissal is obvious and direct. He couldn’t even look me in the eye as he sidestepped my question, which tells me nothing is going as originally planned.
thirty-one
. . .
WYATT
“You are alive!”Sophia pulls me inside her house, and I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tight and kissing her on the cheek. I haven’t seen her since Jake’s wedding, and in my quest to convince Blair to spend time with me, I’ve blown off a few dates with my sis.
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve been MIA.”
“I’ve missed you! What’s been keeping you so busy?”
“Let’s go out back. I brought lunch. We can talk.”
“Hmm.” Sophia narrows her eyes and twists her mouth to the side, giving me her suspicious look. She knows me well.
For the last two weeks, I’ve been happier than ever before. After the Bethany fiasco, I convinced Blair to go to a Dodgers game, and we’re taking it slow—although we’ve become more fluent at flirting via text, which leaves me so turned on that I’m ending my days with a fist around my cock.
I’m addicted to her. Yes, she’s incredibly sexy, but I forgot how funny she can be, too. I’m desperate to get my hands on her body again. We’ve kept it PG and focused on learning more about one another. I love getting to know her all over again.
I lay out our favorite Chinese chicken salad from Joan’s on Third and grab two waters from the kitchen.
“Spill it. Obviously, you have something big to tell me. Should I be nervous?”
I know Sophia won’t care that I’m seeing Blair, but I want to be respectful of the relationship they have, too. She should know what’s going on with us. Even if I’m not a hundred percent sure if we are officially an “us.”
“So, Blair…” I clear my throat. I’m nervous. I didn’t tell Blair that I was letting Sophia know about us, and now I’m having second thoughts. Maybe I should have talked to her first.
“What about Blair?” Sophia has a huge smile on her face as she takes a big bite of her salad.
“I was going to say that we’ve been spending more time together…in a non-professional capacity.”
