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I pay and move to the other end of the line to wait for my drink. In my peripheral vision, I catch a flash of red and turn toward it… And why am I not surprised to see a heart-shaped mouth bite down on a mouthwatering, double-glazed donut? What should’ve been my donut.
Looking away from both woman and pastry, I try to convince myself the muffin is going to taste just as delicious as the donut. It won’t.
That queue-jumping, donut-stealing witch. I hope I’ll never see her again.
Instead, I catch sight of a woman in a red coat bent over the single piece of furniture in the room—a white desk—as she signs the lease to my dream office. Oh, hell no! I barge in. “Not you again,” I say.
Unfortunately, becoming a parent didn’t happen with an instruction manual on what to prioritize.
Who said I need a man? Maybe my daughter and our cat are enough. Said the sad lady who cries watching decades-old romantic fantasy thrillers.
Miss Attorney looks different tonight. Her hair is loose in soft waves that reach to her shoulders, and she’s wearing a frilly blue dress, not one of her power suits.
If this was our first encounter, I’d even go as far as saying she’s beautiful. But I know better.
“Ah, but it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
“People go out on the weekend, can’t find anyone decent to date, and finally take the plunge and sign up with us in the new week.”
Or, in my case, they’re invited to a friend’s engagement party, drink too much champagne, and get riled into potentially gambling away a perfectly suitable workspace by the Wicked Witch of the West Office.
Medusa is so worked up, even her bun isn’t as composed as usual. Instead of the sleek curtain of hair glued to her scalp, haywire locks are escaping in all directions. The new hairstyle makes her look more human, even, dare I say, cute. Pity that it’s framing a face so enraged it has lost all cuteness.
“Say ‘please.’”
I watch the battle between pride and necessity take place on her face, until, finally, with a theatrical roll of her eyes, she mumbles, “Please.” I tap my ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear that.”
Medusa looks me straight in the eye and, gosh, if she doesn’t have the most beautiful, big, angry eyes. “I said, please.” I move aside a...
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It’s weirdly comforting that, even when facing a horrible death, he hasn’t lost the will to fight with me. “Can you climb back up?” I ask hopefully. “A hand would be nice. I’m a therapist, not a world champion in parkour!”
Looking prissy enough, and kind of sexy in her uniform of a tight pencil skirt suit—mauve today—she walks into the office. And I can’t help but wonder what shade of lace she’s wearing underneath those clothes. Does she keep an array of panties in different shades of pink, same as with the purple suits? Okay. I seriously need to find a way to de-sexualize Vivian. I can’t be having these kinds of unprofessional thoughts while counseling someone.
She’s beautiful when she laughs.
My gaze unwisely drifts sideways toward Lucas. Our eyes meet for a brief second, and he winks at me before returning his attention to his date.
The little gesture makes me blush, and causes my stomach to do a silly, unwarranted flip. Oh, gosh. Where is that drink?
Before I can change my mind, I place a hand on her waist to draw her close, cup her cheek, and press my lips to hers.
Whenever we love someone, we give that person power over us, and that influence can linger for a long time even after the love is gone.”
“Great,” I say, placing my napkin on my legs. “So, can we please stop pretending we don’t like each other and have dinner?” “Sounds like a good plan.”
“You know I can’t invite you in. Tegan is home.”
His smile is positively wicked. “Why on Earth couldn’t I come in while your daughter’s home? Unless…” His eyes widen comically large. “Miss Hessington, don’t tell me you were thinking of doing naughty, naughty things to me.”
The vulnerability in her voice makes me crack. Who am I kidding? She could’ve come here and told me, “You take me back right now, you dumb fool,” and I would have agreed without a second thought.
