Figures. Why would her beautifulnessnothave a boyfriend. Still a boyfriend doesn’t always mean taken. Single is single until someone puts a ring onit.
“Mmm no,” she replies. But he is this gorgeous hunk of a man that moved in across from me. I met him yesterday after you dropped me off. The two of us rode the elevator up to my floor and he was looking fab in one of my designer suits. He knew who I was right away. Then, he told me his name and seconds later, the two of us realized we are next door neighbors. Anyway, fast forward to later last night when Truffles and I got locked out. Dreamboat Simon rescued us, sort of, and then asked me out. Truffles didn’t flinch the entire time Simon and I were chatting”—she pauses and takes in a deep sigh—“so he must be a good guy. ThankGod.”
“So, you said he asked you out? When are you going out withhim?”
“Tonight. But it’s just for coffee. I can’t wait. He’s got this charming British accent. I have a thing foraccents.”
Yep. So doI.
She shoves her phone in her purse and massages Truffles’s ears as he cuddles in her lap. Then she fixes a hearty gaze onto my face via the rearview mirror. “Do you have a girlfriend,Jack?”
My gaze leaves hers as I focus on the road, “No. Notanymore.”
Quiet spills into the town car, as Icy Hot Princess eases her head on the headrest and shuts her eyes. I am dying to learn more about her, and feel robbed of the opportunity driving the short distance from her house to HC Headquarters. What brought her to Paris? Why does she hate flowers and candy? Does she know how to drive? And why hasn’t the right guy scooped her up and whisked her off to happily-ever-after-ville?
Damn. What if this Simon dude is her right guy? And if he’s not, would she go out for a coffee withme? Or am I not good enough for her now that I’m anobody?
#YouAreJustTheDriver.
