Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Oh, right. The guy you booked had to cancel and he won’t be meeting you anymore.”
“What?” I drop my sign to the floor. “I’m literally standing in the airport waiting to meet him right now.”
“I’m sorry. He actually cancelled yesterday, but our system didn’t catch it until just now.”
Again, I wait for her to elaborate, but she gives me nothing.
“So, is this just a courtesy call to say ‘Sorry we screwed you over, but you’re shit out of luck’?” I ask.
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Grey.”
“That’s it?”
“We’re working hard to get you a comparable replacement as soon as we can,” she says. “We’re currently working on a window of seven to ten business days. Since we don’t offer refunds, we will also make sure to send our guest along with a special gift box of holiday cookies and treats for you to enjoy this holiday season.”
I can’t believe this…
“Do you have any questions for me, Miss Grey?”
“Yeah.” I pick up my sign and head toward a waiting town car. “On a scale of one to ten do you have any idea how much you’ve screwed me over for the holidays this year?”
“I’m guessing a ten, but um…Should I take this to mean that I shouldn’t ask you to leave me a good review during the survey at the end of this call?”
“Ughhhh!” I hang up mid-scream.
Taryn
Squee! I’m so effin excited to meet your fiancé today! He better be as HOT as you claim!
Grandma Hattie
Quick question! We want him to join us in our annual flannel pajama photo, so what size shirt and pants does he wear?
Savannah
Do you think he brought an extra charger set that I can use? He’s a businessman, right?
I mute the group chat as my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. Damn near hyperventilating, I rock back and forth on the seat.
“You alright back there, Miss Georgia?” My driver, Charlie, eyes me from the rearview mirror.
“I’m totally fine.”
“You look like you’re about to vomit,” he says. “Should I take you to grab something while we wait on your fiancé?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Take me to the deepest sinkhole you can find and push me into it.”
“What?”
“You’ll need to give me a few minutes to write out my last will and testament, though,” I say. “I have a lot of valuable things to give away to my family.”
“Okay, Georgia…” He shakes his head and turns on the music. “Let me know when you snap out of your latest delusion.”
Shutting my eyes, I weigh my nonexistent options. I’m too close to the holidays to devise another excuse, and I know they’d never believe me. I also can’t risk the real “Dante” getting any satisfaction from seeing me walk around the resort without another guy at my side.
My phone rings again, and I don’t bother checking the screen before answering.
“Yes?”
“Hello! Is Miss Georgia Grey available to speak?”
“She is until she dies later today.”
“Uh, okay then. This is Hannah, a VIP specialist with The Office Guest.”
“Okay.” I brace myself for more bad news.
“Your cancelled date was generous enough to suggest an even sexier replacement, and I wanted to share the new pickup information with you.”
“You found me a new fiancé?” I open my eyes. “Already?”
“We have, Miss Grey,” she says. “Would you still like your ‘guest’ to know you as ‘GBG’ until pickup or would you like us to release your name and information now?”
“I’d like to wait until pickup.” I don’t want to get my hopes up too high for what “even sexier replacement” means just yet. “I’m already at Denver International waiting. Which airline is he arriving on?”
“It doesn’t look like he’s flying in a commercial aircraft,” she says. “It appears to be a private plane, and he’ll be landing at Colorado Springs airport within the next hour. Will you be able to meet him at that time?”
“Yes, of course,” I say. “Thanks for setting up such a nice flight for him and stuff. That was very sweet of your company.”
“Uh, sure thing!” She clears her throat. “We’ll call you again with verification for pickup.”
“Sounds great!” I end the call.
“My apologies about earlier, Charlie.” I let out a long breath. “Can you take me to the private airport?”
“Absolutely, Miss.”
An hour later, I’m waltzing around the private airport in awe. So far, I’ve watched four Gulfstream jets come and go, and I’m determined to add this place to one of my dream boards when I get home.
Assuming that my fiancé is on one of the waiting planes on the runway, I move closer to the windows and watch as they pull in front of the building individually.
A guy steps off the first plane, and I squint, hoping to get an early glimpse of his face.
With his sun-kissed hair and deep brown eyes, he’s definitely a cute replacement and some of my faith is restored in the app.