He leans back, one hand loose around his glass. “Yeah, but none of them are you. Won’t be nearly as fun.”
I press my lips together. “Come on, Matt. We talked about this. I’m not going on dates with you. We’re not falling back into old patterns. What about that girl from a few weeks ago?”
“Which one?” he asks with a smirk.
“Well, I’d say the one you slept with, but… that doesn’t exactly narrow it down, does it?”
He nudges my foot with his. “Don’t be a dick.”
I let out a light laugh. “Fine. The one you took to that party. You said she was cool. You had fun with her.”
His gaze sears into mine. “Again. Not you.”
I shrug. Nothing new here. We’ve been going in circles like this for months now.
“Do we really have to rehash this?”
“Right.” He rolls his eyes. “The rules.” He releases his glass and leans forward. “Fuck the rules, Jordan. This is bullshit.”
“We don’t have to be friends, Matt. We can go back to how it was for the past two and a half years, if you’d rather.”
“Jesus Christ.” He straightens and takes another drink, larger this time. “I’m not going to try and fuck you,” he mutters.
I raise a brow. “History says otherwise.”
His mouth twitches. “You’re just as guilty as I am.”
“Oh, I know,” I say easily. “That’s why we’re just lunch friends now.”
“Fuck that. We can be just friends. We’re not animals.”
I can’t help it. A laugh slips out. If there’s one thing Matt is, it’s an animal. Pure, carnal male. And I can’t let my thoughts go there. Lunch isn’t the place to start imagining the kinds of things he’s good at.
Next.
“New topic,” I say, still grinning.
My phone dings, and I glance down.
It’s my boss.
I hold up a finger. “One sec.”
Chelsea
Congratulations! Wolf signed the contract. Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it.
My bottom lip slips between my teeth.Hell yes.
“What’s that look? Is that Chelsea?”
I nod, pure joy stinging behind my eyes. Not because I got an account.
Because I gottheaccount.
The Sherry Wolf account.
This isn’t your average interior design project. It’stheproject. An entire estate renovation in the Hamptons. And if she likes what I do with this one, it’ll extend across multiple properties she owns.
