Roman scowled. “That’s a pretty serious mind-fuck they put on you.”
Maybe. She dropped her gaze to the soft Berber carpeting of the hallway.
He wasn’t done. “Sadie, if you need this win? You’ll get it.”
There was no way he could know that. He didn’t see life through the same lens as she did.
“It’s going to be okay.” He pulled away, adjusting himself as she smoothed her skirt. She went to unlock the office door only to find that the door wasn’t latched. Sadie frowned.
Roman held the door open and Babushka was already seated at the reception desk, her oversized Louis Vuitton perched on one side and about fifteen eight-by-ten frames holding pictures of various family members scattered throughout the reception area.
Babushka gave Sadie that look of hers that x-rayed her thoughts. Then, with a flash of teeth and an expression of pure joy on Babushka’s face, Sadie was certain she caught a fist pump.
Fine, Sadie had been kissing Roman in the hallway before they entered the office. They were acting like teenagers, but she didn’t regret it.
“Babushka,” Sadie said. “What are you doing here?”
“I vork here.”
“No, we discussed this. I had dinner with your family so you wouldn’t work here.”
“I vill not answer the phones. Cross my heart.”
“That is not what—”
“Fine print matters,” Roman whispered in Sadie’s ear.
Shit. He was so right.
Babushka stood. She was wearing a bright orange dress with an abundance of cleavage. “I am glad you are here. I brought you coffee.”
Babushka removed a Starbucks to-go cup from her purse. She pulled out the stopper and handed it over. Sadie wasn’t the type of person who knew a whole lot about designer purses, but she did know without a doubt that one never put a grande cappuccino inside of a Louis Vuitton.
She took a sip. Oh, Babushka’s purse gave good cappuccino. “Why are you here now?”
“Now?”
“It’s not time for the office to be open.”
Sadie wasn’t entirely certain she was going to like the answer to the question.
Babushka sat back down at her chair and pulled it toward the desk. She slashed her hand toward Sadie’s personal office. “I come to vork early to fix your office.”
Uh. There was nothing wrong with Sadie’s office. That is, nothing wrong other than the elderly woman who had taken up apparent permanent residence at the reception desk.
Gah. Sadie had a sinking feeling that while her personal office had been perfect before, that wasn’t going to be the case any longer.
The air seemed heavier around her as her feet propelled her forward. She reached the doorway to her personal space and sucked in a lungful of air.
Babushka had somehow managed to rearrange Sadie’s office furniture so the desk was now under the window and the sofa was near the bookcase. She’d added pink pillows on the sofa that totally popped with color but were way too exciting for an office where Sadie planned to meet those in the throes of losing their relationships. Babushka had added hot-pink curtains, a brown polka-dotbeanbagchair, and a small bowl holding two goldfish.
The goldfish had their own nameplate. It readWasabiandSushi. At least Babushka hadn’t named them something totally obvious, like Bubbles and Fin.
Still, she’d bought Sadie an office pet? And then she’d adorned the room with hot-pink accents. It said bothhi, I’m a divorce attorneyand alsoyou might be in a brothel or a fifteen-year-old’s bedroom.
Oh dear. Had the room started to spin a little?
Sadie had spent the weekend wrapped up with Roman and now she had two pet fish and an elderly receptionist who she didn’t pay but wouldn’t leave.
