He smells like expensive cologne and leather. Actually, the leather is probably coming from the car seats.
It’s so crazy how a dire situation can turn around when the right person shows up to rescue you. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you.”
“Same here.” His lips graze mine. “I’ve missed you every second since I left.”
It’s a relief to hear. I’d be mortified if this thing between us was only one-sided.
“Now get in and tell me everything.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I trade the heat for the cool confines of his luxury SUV. I never understood why they called them that until the leather envelops me in its buttery embrace.
He shifts into drive and away we go, the Waffle House slowly vanishing in the rearview, my new life spreading before me like the open road. And would you look at that? His charger works on my phone.
Things are finally looking up.
“So you you’re really moving here? What prompted this?”
“I wasn’t happy back home.” Existing isn’t living. “I think it took meeting you to finally do something about it.” I shudder to think how long I would’ve stayed stuck if we hadn’t bumped into each other.
He reaches across the center console to give my fingers a squeeze. “Glad to be of service. What’s your plan now?”
“Find a place to rent and a job. Any suggestions?”
His lips purse as he stares out at the road, weaving between cars as traffic starts to pick up. “I think all the apartments in my building are full, but I can always check around to see if there’s a place close to downtown that would work for you. On the job front, I have a few buddies who might be looking for staff. What’s your degree in again?”
“Marketing.”
“That’s right. It’s too bad I didn’t meet you a few months ago when our firm was looking for a secretary.”
Oh, a secretary. I imagine that wouldn’t be so different from what I was doing back home. The scheduling and organizing part, not the hearse driving.
Working with Josh would’ve been amazing.
Maybe the person they hired won’t work out.
Wouldn’t that be fate?
He flicks his blinker and zips around the car in front of us. Man, this car has some power. “You could always try headhunters.”
Yeah, I don’t know what that is.
“A recruiting agency,” he clarifies. “A lot of companies use them to find their employees. That’s where we got Naomi.”
I’ve always liked the name Naomi. It’s fun to say. Naomi. Nay-ohh-meee. “Naomi is…?”
“Sorry. Our new secretary.”
Recruiting agency, huh? Sounds like a great idea. “I’ll check them out. Thanks.”
His smile lights up his whole face. “What would you like for dinner? Sushi or flatbread?”
Good question. Considering how hungry I am, both sound amazing. Literally, I would eat both. However, I did just sit on my ass all day, so bingeing probably isn’t the best idea for my stomach. “I had a lot of beige carbs on the way here, so let’s go with sushi.”
“Perfect.” He brings our clasped hands together, pressing a kiss to my knuckles and making me melt a little bit more. “Just like you.”
Gah! Could he be any sweeter? “You’re sure it’s okay that I’m here? You’re not secretly freaking out? Because it’d be totally understandable if you were.” If our roles were reversed, I’d be jumping up and down with excitement, but that’s me.
This is Josh. Fancy lawyer from a city who wears sexy three-piece suits. He probably has women fawning over him wherever he goes.
