Me:
Yay!
I set my phone on my lap and turn to look out the window. Something black moves in the corner of my eye. My head turns, but whatever it was is gone. Ice trickles down my back.
It might just be my imagination playing tricks on me at this point. With Tom’s warning still ringing in my ears and Dante’s worry, maybe I’m being stupid for not taking them up on their offer. For not doing what Tom asked me to.
But what would living with Wyatt, Finn, and Dante accomplish besides a hardcore case of lady blue balls. If I were still trying to win over Wyatt, I would have jumped at the chance, but how much can a girl humiliate herself before she gets the picture?
He may want me, but he doesn’t want to want me, so fuck him.
Drew wants me. And maybe Drew will be the only one willing to take it all the way because Tom’s not his friend. I pull up my texts and shoot off a quick one.
Me:
First day of my internship. I’ll let you know what day works best for lunch.
Drew:
...
I smile at the little dots that mean he’s already writing me back. That he isn’t going to leave me on read all day.
Drew:
I can’t wait to see you again. Good luck on your new job.
See, that’s what a guy who wants me sounds like. My hands tremble when I realize how close to the building we are. I don’t know what I’m walking into here.
If Tom were here, he’d take care of me. He’d laugh off Finn’s flirtations, punch Dante in the arm when he gets growly, and steer me clear of Wyatt and tease me about my attraction in the same breath.
He’d make this easy for all of us.
Instead, I’m walking into a potential minefield. That I created. I’m the one who took Finn’s challenge when I should have laughed it off. I’m the one who didn’t back down like Dante expected me to when he called me out for masturbating.
But fuck, I can’t regret either of them. Because that shit was hot and I can’t wait to do it all over again.
The car stops and I bite my lip. It’s not happening again, but if it did...
“This is your stop, miss,” Brandon says. “I’ll be back at five unless you page me.”
“Thanks, Brandon.” Taking a deep breath, I open the door. The sidewalk is busy, but people aren’t rushing by. I navigate my way to the door.
A guy around my age in a suit opens the door to the building and sees me. He’s a good-looking guy with blond hair. His brown eyes rake over me before he smiles and gestures to the door. “After you.”
I give him a grateful smile as I pass by and keep walking to the elevators. He follows me and we both step onto the elevator to go up.
“What floor?” He raises an eyebrow as his finger presses the tenth floor.
“Ten, actually.” I smile. “Thank you.”
No one else gets onto and the elevator doors close.
“Client?” he asks.
“Intern. You?”
“I’m an associate.” He holds out his hand. “Greg Holden. You must be Tom’s sister.”
