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I steal another quick kiss before leaving, my face aching from the grin stretching it—my mate agreed to go on a date with me.
Now to convince the woman to marry me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
WYN
The office buzzes with weekend fever, but for me, it’s a different kind of energy that sets my nerves on edge.
Bash sent me a text earlier telling me to ‘dress fancy’ for our date tonight.
The butterflies are back, raging in my stomach while I worry about what defines ‘fancy’.
We’re currently in a meeting with a potential client, and I keep stealing glances at Bash.
Knock it off, Wyn!
But even my internal scolding can’t stop my wandering gaze. The man’s too damned sexy for his own good.
He catches my stare, and there’s an unmistakable twinkle there.
The moment is like a shared secret between us that no one else realizes, and it sends my heart racing.
When the meeting finally ends, I stand up to shake the client’s hands.
They thank me as I welcome them to Boggleworks.
After they leave, I scoop up my presentation documents while Bash makes his way toward me.
“Great job, Wyn. I hope you’re proud of all the hard work you’ve done.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, trying not to blush at his words or proximity.
An intern walks over to talk to Bash, and I slip out to go back to my office.
I push a lock of hair behind my ear as I check emails, trying not to reflect on my relationship.
But it’s impossible.
On Tuesday evening, when I got home from work, a new fridge awaited me in my kitchen.
Mrs. Jenkins has never looked so happy about allowing strangers into my home, but Bash The Smooth Talker conned her into signing for everything.
Right down to the grocery delivery that stocked the entire fridge and freezer.
Jake had damn near lost his mind when he opened and saw all the goodies inside—things I would normally never buy on my budget.
And when he asked who did this, and I confessed it was Bash, my son only nodded.
To him, the fridge was no big deal because friends are supposed to help one another.
Of course, I know differently, but my heart does a flip every time I think of Bash’s gift.
As the week progressed, little things began to pop up in my office, too.
My favorite snacks, cups of expensive coffee, and a single red rose to name a few.
My phone vibrates—it’s a text from my monster date reminding me to be ready by seven.
