Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Yep. Nick is just going to meet us there tonight.” She says it in a dreamy voice, making me wonder if I’d talk about Sean in the same manner.
“Just let me drop this off and grab my stuff.” I pick up my cookie and phone to take with me, but Harper grabs the cookie from my hand, almost making me drop the pile of paper I have stacked in my arms.
“Can I have this?” She starts unwrapping it from the plastic before she even finishes the question. “I didn’t get to go to lunch, and besides you don’t really need it.” The way she says it really makes my gut clench, breaking some of the kiss spell I’d been under.
I want to smack it out of her hand just for the comment, but I also know she didn’t get a chance to take a lunch break. By the time I’d gotten back, we had a rush come through. By then it was already three, so Harper said she’d just skip it. I’m not sure if it was because she was being nice or the fact that a suit comes in every Friday mid-afternoon who she likes to flirt with. Either way, I know she didn’t get to eat.
“Whatever,” I mumble, before turning to head to my office, wrapping up what I need to before grabbing my stuff.
Checking my phone again, I debate a response.
Sean: Then I want you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to respond. He wants to hang out with me all day, and that makes more butterflies take flight in my stomach. They’ve been flying around since Sean walked into the bank today. Aren’t dates supposed to happen at night, and then you wait a day or two before you do it again?
It seems like our date was set, but he didn’t say anything after that. I don’t want to give a simple Okay. I want to engage him in conversation. I want to keep texting him.
Me: Sounds perfect. I can always cook if you like, or we can go out.
I send the text and slide the phone into my purse before making my way back to the front of the bank where Harper is waiting for me.
“Let’s do this.” Harper does a little shuffle of her hips. “Let’s stop and get a bottle of wine or something on the way home to drink while we get ready.”
* * *
When we finally make it home with a bottle of wine in hand, Harper grabs some glasses and pours each of us a drink.
I pull my phone out again and check the messages, but nothing new has come in.
“Why do you keep checking your phone? That’s like the tenth time now.” She sounds a little annoyed but I don’t know why. She keeps doing the same thing with her phone. Maybe it’s because I don’t normally even bother with my phone, but today I can barely let it out of my hands. This feeling is exciting, but also freaking scary. I don’t like how gone I already am. It’s as if at any moment a rug could be pulled out from under me.
I just shrug, not wanting to tell her about Sean. She already gave me a serving of advice, and I don’t want another helping of it. Or maybe I don’t want to hear the truth. I want to stay in this dreamy little bubble of the sweet hot guy chasing after me for as long as I can, whether it’s real or not.
Me: I’m really okay with whichever you want to do.
I try again, willing him to text me back.
“You jump in the shower first.”
I grab my wine from off the counter and take a sip. I don’t like the taste. I’ve never been a fan of alcohol of any kind. It all tastes gross to me, but Harper seems to enjoy it, chugging her glass and pouring another.
“Hop to it if you want me to style you up. I want to get there earlier to get a table.”
“Okay, Okay.” Taking my wine with me, I head to the shower, making quick work so Harper can dress me up.
When I get out, I check my phone again. Nothing.
Me: Do you need my address?
Jesus. I sent three messages in a row. Is that like pathetic or something? Needy? I have no idea what I’m doing here. Grr. I drop my phone and concentrate on brushing and blow-drying my hair. I don’t want to think about it anymore.
But I have no self-control, and I pick up my phone again just as Harper is coming out of the bathroom. Is this what girlfriends do? They talk about boys. Well, men, I guess. Sean is so far from a boy it’s almost laughable.
“He’s not texting me back.”
“Who?” Harper drops her towel so she’s standing naked in front of me while she pulls her hair down from her ponytail and starts brushing it out. I feel awkward standing here with her naked, but if I had a body like hers, I’d probably walk around naked, too.
“The guy from the bank,” I confess a little sheepishly, like she’s my mom and I’m going to get in trouble.
“I thought we talked about that. Player. You can’t handle someone like him.”
“But,” I try to protest, but she cuts me off.
“He’s probably got his dick deep in some other snatch, and he’ll come a-calling when he’s done with her and ready for the next.”
I cringe at her words. Dick deep. Jesus. Even worse, jealously shoots through me, making me tense. That’s not good.
She actually looks at me like she feels a little bad. “Trust me, I know the type.”
Sadly, her words do nothing to make me feel better because I believe her. She does know the type. She’s had them coming in and out of here since she moved in.
“Unless that’s what you’re looking for? Just a little fun.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
Could I just do this for fun? No. I definitely couldn’t. Sean seems like that kind of man who would leave me devastated. A man no one else could ever live up to.