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“Look, I’m really sorry about not calling. There is no excuse. I was just so busy and I had applied to several universities for a temporary position,” he says. “While trying to work on this book I’m doing. I’m not going to lie, it’s really not easy finding my way in New York.”
I immediately feel bad about his situation. “I’m so sorry. I should have understood. I know what it’s like being in your position.”
“You really don’t need to apologize. I would be confused and angry too if I had been you,” Eric says. “But let me make it up to you. You can come over to my apartment studio tomorrow evening if you aren’t otherwise engaged? I’d take you out for a proper date, but I’m swamped with work.”
I almost fall over as I swing forth, literally dying at the way he’s speaking to me. If there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s a man who speaks like they’re from a historical romance.Otherwise, engaged?Writer? Professor? Dollar bid and I am sold.
“I will be there.” I can barely get the words out properly. “I’ll come.”
Eric chuckles on his end and I can just imagine him right now, running a hand through his hair. His dark coat wrapped around him like he just stepped out of a Jane Austen novel and his beautiful writer fingers. The feel of his lips—God, I am suddenly feeling really hot all over. And it’s definitely not just the sun.
“That’s great, then. I will await your presence, Miss.” His voice is dark and promising.
“Yes, Sir,” I say as I end the call.
I feel better already as I stare at my phone, smiling like an idiot. A date with Eric. Usually, I would decline, worry about what Hudson would do, worry about what kind of person I’m becoming, but I just really don’t care.
If there’s anything that I truly deserve, it’s being around people that make me happy and do not doubt my sanity and my every move.
For once, I hope I’m not being too optimistic. I just want to finish the year on a good note.
Ryan cheating on me, Ryan falling from that building, Hudson and his drama shit, the phone calls, and my ob-gyn telling me about how my hormones are imbalanced and the possibility of my infertility. It’s been a long-ass time I’ve just gotten a break and with the end of the semester coming up really fast along with graduation, my future is looking very uncertain.
“So, you lying harlot. Are you going to tell us who Eric is?” Delilah and Gina walk down the hill and sit on the grass in front of me, waiting for me to spill it all. They’re always fishing for hot gossip.
“Is he hot?” Gina asks.
More than hot, I think as I smile and Delilah groans. “Come on, tell us!”
I do tell them. But I don’t tell them about the age gap and that he’s a professor. I know they both can’t keep their mouths shut especially around my mother and I really didn’t want her prying into my love life. Even my non-existent love life.
Delilah and Gina have these pasted expressions of pure amazement in their glazed eyes as I spin the story of how Eric and I got the same cab and our kiss. I give them vague details because I feel like this thing with Eric is so hot and secretive. It’s best kept that way.
It got me wondering if he’ll kiss me again tomorrow evening and some part of me really hopes he does.
