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“My dad?” I repeat, scrubbing my eyes. “Why?”
“Why is he in the city, or why does he want to catch up for dinner?”
“Never mind. I’ll text him later and get details,” I yawn.
“You didn’t sleep well?”
I shake my head, pulling the sheet to cover my neck.
“Why don’t you sleep a little more. I’m sorry I can’t stay.”
“It’s fine,” I tell him, letting out another yawn though this time much bigger. “I love you. Go be a doctor.”
Austin chuckles softly, saying goodbye as he leaves the room.
I fall back asleep, only to wake an hour later. I take my time showering since the apartment is empty. The hot water feels like heaven on my skin, but as much as I wanted to bask in the glorious water for longer, I have a class to get to.
I’m wearing the only dress I could find in Austin’s closet, stepping outside onto the sidewalk to welcome the warm air against my skin. My car is parked at the parking garage a block over, but as I begin to walk toward it, something compels me to stop.
I turn back around, extending my arm out to hail a cab. Within a minute, a cab stops in front of me. I have no idea what the hell I am doing, but I need to get this off my chest to clear my conscience.
Everything about the building brings back memories. I take the elevator up, cramming into the confined space with a bunch of workers. I can’t help but feel out of place, dressed in my navy boho dress when everyone else is in suits.
When the door pings open, the nerves begin to cripple me. I’m unable to move until a man asks me if this is my level. As I’m forced to step out, I take a deep breath and find the strength to do this for my own sanity.
The receptionist greets me, a blonde, of course, with a nice set of tits on her. I wonder whether he’s screwed her, not surprised if he has since he is single after all. With a forced smile, I ignore the burning sensation inside my stomach and try to act polite.
“Is Mr. Romano available?”
“Do you have a meeting scheduled with him?” she asks, in a rather condescending tone.
“No, I don’t.”
“I’m sorry, he is only accepting scheduled visits.”
“Please tell him it’s Amelia Edwards,” I say, trying to control my tone.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
I pull my phone out of my purse and dial Will’s number.
“Amelia?”
“I’m outside your office, but your lovely receptionist will not let me see you, and I need to speak with you.”
Silence falls over the speaker until the door opens, and Will is standing at the entrance with an annoyed look on his face.
“It’s fine, Tabitha. Let her in.”
I smile widely at Tabitha, gloating at my accomplishment since she is purely a waste of time. A waste of time who is probably sucking his dick.
My momentary smile begins to fade as I clench my teeth. I follow Will into his office with my back facing her but stop in the middle of the doorway. His desk comes to full view, and I am unable to control the wave of emotions holding me in the position—my lips part at the memory of him taking me on top of the desk. My exposed arms begin to tingle, almost as if he is tracing my arm with his fingertips.
“You can step into my office, just to be clear.”
I take a step further yet keep my distance. His gaze fixates on me, but with a blank expression and completely unreadable.
“So, Tabitha, is it? Some receptionist. You would think she’s working for the CIA trying to protect you.”
