“Huh? What was that?”
I jumped back a little. “I ain’t even said anything.”
“Oh. Okay.” He watched me for a little then returned to his phone call, leaving me there feeling awkward.
I don’t know why I let myself get caught up in last night. Marlon Sinclair has and always will be a tight ass. Now, I wasted time doing my hair, trying to look nice for him.
Who am I kidding?
Doing my hair is never a waste of time!
No matter how bad the heat in Napa is.
“It’s hot out here.” I tilted my head, watching him. “You said I have an office. Where is it?”
He looked at me through the corner of his eye. “Across from mine. Lavender will show you.”
“Lavender?”
“My assistant.”
“Ou, assistant! Do I get one too?”
“No. Out of budget.”
I blinked. “Wow.”
“For now,” he added. “We’ll share Lav.”
I pressed a hand to my chest. “I hate sharing, Marley.”
“Stop calling me that.”
His tone didn’t change, but I caught the warning in it. He ended his call and checked his watch, already moving on.
“Actually, Lavender’s out compiling vendor lists. I’ll show you.”
My heart fluttered. Alone time with my man? Yes please.
“Kay-kay.”
I followed him into the second building in the yard, taking it all in as we walked.
This one had the same issues as the first. Old wood floors. Huge windows letting Napa sunlight pour in. But that beauty was washed out by the old ass set up.Maybe it needed some flowers or some shit?
The whole place looked outdated and smelled like papers that’s been here a long time.
I glanced at Marlon as we walked ahead. He didn’t seem bothered by any of it.
Don’t tell me he had bad taste.
“This is it,” he said, opening a door.
I stepped inside then stopped.
Boxes.
Everywhere.
