The nerdy genius, the sex god, the ridiculously handsome Alexander Coleman, is in love with me, Andrea Walker.
My skin tingles, my heart races, and my breathing speeds up. Happiness, joy, and exhilarating feelings ravage me, taking over any other senses. I long to be with Lex right now, to grab his face and kiss him with all the adrenaline, love, and passion I hold.
The urge to voice my epiphany becomes unquenchable as if saying the words out loud will make them true.
“He’s in love with me.”
“What was that?” my dad asks. He’s back to work and stops to look at me with a drill in his hand.
“Lex is in love with me.”
“Then why are you still here?” he asks bluntly, an amused smile on his face.
“I—What do you mean? I’m here to spend some time with you and mom.”
“Seriously, Deedee. We’ve had you with us for twenty-three years and some. He can have you tonight.”
“Are you throwing me out?” I ask, slightly appalled.
“I will if I have to. Go! We can take careof ourselves.”
“Mom will be disappointed if I leave,” I argue, grimacing.
“I’ll handle your mom, don’t worry about it.”
My heart fills with love for this incredible man, and I thank him with a tight hug. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel his pointy chin rest on top of my head.
“I love you, Dad.”
“I love you, peanut. And you better tell this Alexander I’ll make him regret it if he ever breaks your heart.” I roll my eyes, my sigh muffled by his shirt.
“I’m not a little girl anymore. You don’t have to protect me like this.”
“You’ll always be my little girl,” he counters, releasing me. “Now, shoo! Go say bye to everyone and pack your things. I’ll be back inside in a few minutes.”
I comply with a military salute and trot to the house, excited to return to Seattle earlier than expected. To go back to Lex. Who is in love with me.
Holy fuck, that’s amazing. We’re the real deal. This isn’t just a passing fling. We’re in love.
Damn, I sound like a bad Telenovela…
Chapter 37
Whoever thought dropping by unannounced would be a good idea is wrong. I’m never in the mood for impromptu calls, but even less so at this hour and on a Sunday.
I’m wondering who it could be as I walk up to the interphone that just rang. “What?” I ask when I pick it up.
“Mr. Coleman. I have someone here who wishes to come up.”
“Who is it?”
The concierge hesitates, clears his throat, and answers, “Well, she insists I only say, ‘the fun has arrived,’ sir.”
The instant I understand Andrea is the one in the hall waiting to come up, a throaty laugh rips out of me. That greedy little…
“Let her up,” I instruct the concierge. “Actually, add her to my list. She can come up whenever she wants.”
“Alright, sir, she will be added to the system.”
