I read her words twice, smiling at the little tidbits I’ve learned about her. She likes monster movies—so do I. I look forward to movie nights, especially knowing that rom coms are not her thing. She wants to know what I do for a living, but that feels like a landmine of a question. How can I ever answer that without her connecting the dots about who I am?
I’m glad to know she doesn’t hold it against me for wanting things my way… she certainly didn’t mind this morning in bed. That’s a good thing because I do like control in all things in my life. Work is just one of them.
I laugh at the bit about her cat because, after this morning, I can see why she thinks the furball hates her. As I was leaving, he hissed at her then ran off. He’s not the cuddly type of cat.
I refold the letter and put it back in the envelope then tuck it in my desk, deciding I will respond later. Work first. Just as I’m pulling up the contracts again, my phone dings with a text from Olive.
I hope your day is going okay.
My reply is quick and easy.
Better now.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
OLIVE
My cheeks flushat his response to my text. I’m getting in deep with Harrison. It’s only been a few days; even I can admit things are moving at lightspeed. He says and does all the right things, but there’s still a little voice in my mind reminding me that he’s not the forever type. Or at least, he doesn’t think so.
And here I am, getting attached. It’s not even the sex—though that was phenomenal. Better than I ever could have dreamed.
Busy?
The three little dots instantly start bouncing, and butterflies take off in my stomach.
Swamped but taking a break. Rita came by.
How’s she doing?
Again, his response is instant. I can imagine him sitting at his desk, the king of his world, yet taking the time to text with me.
Good. Nosy as always.
I laugh out loud at that.
She’s definitely a force of nature.
Knowing that Rita was at the office, I can’t help but wonder what they talked about. Did Harrison tell her we are seeing each other? What if she told him that I’m still writing letters to the man she matched me with? A pit opens up in my stomach at the thought. Why am I even writing those damn letters?
Even if this thing with Harrison explodes in a fiery inferno, having the time with him has to be worth it…
Right?
It’s an easier decision than I thought to decide not to write my match any more letters. Not as long as I’m with Harrison in any capacity. I was a fool for writing the last letter. I shouldn’t have done it. In fact, I’m going to write another letter… I’m going to do the right thing and tell him that I’ve met someone else.
Rita definitely has a way about her.
I can imagine his deep chuckle as he talks about his aunt and the loving look he gets in his eyes. She may push his buttons, but he adores her too.
What are you doing after work?
His response is instant and has me blushing ten shades of red.
You.
My response is just as fast.
