Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Okay. Spill it, woman,” he says.
“I found out my one-night stand’s name. More than that, I found out he’s the grandson of one of my and Bryn’s customers. We spent the night at a hotel.”
“Sheshus, that’s fucking killer, Sara.” He slams a hand down on the table in emphasis, clearly thrilled.
“No, it’s not! He’s fucking married, Jensen.”
“Say what?” Jensen shifts forward in his seat, shaking his head in complete disbelief. “Fuck. Okay.” He drags a hand across his face. “No matter. It’s never a mistake when you get the O, you know what I mean? And you did get the O. Didn’t you?”
I groan. “God! Multiple times. That guy is so good he could make me O just from kissing. But he’s married. In the process of getting divorced, but that’s what they all say, right? I’m not that girl, Jensen!” I feel my frustration rise as I talk about it, and I swallow a huge gulp of coffee to calm it down.
“Forget him. Tell him ‘thanks for the O, but that’s all you’re good at.’ And move on. Get out more. Can I introduce you to some friends? I know a few people who can take care of the sex issue, no strings. A fuck-buddy type of thing.”
“In their dreams, Jensen!” I burst out laughing.
“The wet ones,” he says, tongue in his cheek.
“You’re disgusting.”
He mulls it over, chuckling. “What happened with his marriage? Do you know?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.” I fiddle with my coffee cup. “There’s such chemistry between us. It’s unreal.” I frown. “But then he told me his situation, and I said it was over and walked out. I’m jealous, you know? Just thinking that some other woman has rights to him.” But last night he was looking at you with raw possession, Sara. Ugh. Stop it, little voice.
“I don’t want anyone else to have him, but I am definitely not looking forward to something this complex and… complicated. I’m scared he’s working me out of his system in men’s usual ways—maybe even using me to get over the ex or whatever.” I sigh drearily.
“Is it a mutual decision to divorce?”
“I have no idea. I should’ve asked. Instead, I panicked, saw the red flags, and left.”
“Then take it as closure and move on. If not me, have Bryn set you up on a date.”
“I don’t know, Jen—things with Christos are over, and I’m not sure she can move on that easily,” I say. “This time I had a second-night stand. Give me one reason why it wouldn’t feel like closure?” I ask him, confused.
“Easy.” Jensen runs a hand through his perfect hair and leans back against the chair rest. “You want more of the big D.”
“Oh! He has a very nice D and I wouldn’t mind more of it. But it just…” I shake my head, suddenly angry at him. Fucking Ian Ford. “I want him to want me; that’s not typically me. I’m usually dreading that they’ll call again, Jen.”
“Damn, that’s a problem.”
“I know.” I sigh and glance at my watch. “Okay. I need to head to the office. Bryn must be waiting, and there’s something going down with Christos that I’m worried about. I’ll let you know when I know more.”
“Please do. I’m a hairsbreadth away from hunting Christos down and beating him up for hurting her.”
“I know you are. I know you love Bryn.” I kiss the top of his head and take my coffee with me.
“Sara. What about the auditions?” he asks.
“Still waiting for the call. Hoping something else will come up. The more auditions, the better the possibilities, right?”
“Damn right. Break a leg, princess,” he says.
“I already did once!” I yell back, glaring down at my coffee.
I’m about to board the train when I get a text from my saved number at Daniel.
François:
Ian Ford, mademoiselle.
You’re welcome. :)
Trembling, I’m about to text back my thank you when I get a call from Robert.
“Sara, you won’t believe who’s at the hotel right now. He just ordered room service.”
I shuffle onto the train and take a seat, clutching my phone tight as the image of Ian surrounded by office papers comes back to haunt me.
“Until when is his room booked?”
“Only until tomorrow, unfortunately. But he’s back in 1103. His name is Ian—”
“Ford. I know. I just found out.” I exhale. “Thanks, Robert.”
My hand trembles as I end the call and stare down at my phone, wondering what I’m going to do with this little piece of information. He’s in town until tomorrow. When he leaves, will he ever come back? Will I ever see him again? Do I want to?
WORKING MAN
Ian
“Mr. Ford? Did you hear me?”
I pull my thoughts away from last night when I hear my New York assistant at the door. I turn. “I heard you.” Exasperated with myself, I motion for her to set the script revisions on my desk.