“It’s not like that,” I growl, not at all liking the tone in his voice, nor the assumption that Olive is just a good lay.
Sam’s eyebrows raise. “You like this woman.”
I think about how much I want to reveal to my friend. Yeah, he’ll give me shit about it, but he’ll also understand. Sam’s not like me. He’s been married twice and is all about finding the next Mrs. Wilson.
“I do. She’s… different.”
“Well, good for you. It’s about time you chisel away that ice around your heart.”
“Fuck you.”
Sam stands and heads to the door. “Love you too.”
I roll my eyes feeling exasperated but running his words through my head. He’s not wrong. I do like Olive, and she has definitely clicked open a part of me that I thought I’d turned off forever.
Two hours later, I still can’t concentrate on work. I want to see Olive again. Tonight. So I do something I’ve never done before. I text a woman.
Hi angel. I want to see you again.
Her response doesn’t come right away, and I wonder if she’s avoiding me or just busy. The thought that she might be avoiding me is enough to have me twisted up. I’m minutes away from just showing up at her apartment when the text comes through.
Hey! I’d like that.
I can imagine her cheeks flushed pink as she types her response.
When?
Tonight. I can’t get you out of my mind.
I hit send before I realize how much I’ve just revealed. I’m giving her way too much power, but I find that I want her to hold it. I want to follow her lead and see where it takes me—us.
She responds quickly, confirming tonight. I smile wide, knowing in just a few short hours I’ll have my girl within my grasp.My girl.It’s then that I realize how true those two words are. She’s mine. Whether either of us is ready to admit it or not. She’s all mine.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
OLIVE
I’ll admitI was shocked when Harrison texted me today. Excited but surprised. After pushing him away last night, I thought for sure he would come to his senses and realize I’m not at all what he is looking for. He’s got player written all over him and his handsome, arrogant face.
I’m knocked straight out of my excitement when a letter is delivered by courier from Rita Matches. It’s a letter from my match. I hold the envelope like it’s a snake that’s ready to attack. I’m riddled through with guilt at the thought of some man out there pouring his heart out into this letter.
I decide to wait to open it until after my date with Harrison. I can always write him back apologizing for wasting his time. I obviously don’t deserve him if I’m torn apart by the physical attraction I have with one man while my potential perfect man is right here for the taking.
I push all thoughts of the letter and what I should do about it out of my mind, focusing instead on my upcoming date. Somehow, I feel bad about that too. These feelings of guilt definitely prove I’m unable to date more than one person at a time. And I’m not even technically dating one of the men.
At seven on the dot Harrison is knocking on my door. As soon as my door is open, he’s pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply. I’m breathless when he pulls away.
“Hi.” I hardly recognize the husky tone of my voice.
“Hi, angel,” he says, not sounding nearly as affected as I do. Though the hungry way his eyes eat me up say that he is affected.
“Hi,” I say again stupidly. Lord, I’m addled when I’m around him. His lips quirk up in a sexy smirk. One that I can’t help but stare at and wish I could press my lips to his again. I want to kiss that smirk right off his face.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah, let me grab my purse.” I’m back within seconds, and then I’m being whisked away in his fancy town car. For the first time, I really take in how extravagant it is to have a car and driver in the city. I depend on taxis and the train… I could get used to having a car at my beck and call.
