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“I think we’ll choose those as our last item to do a campaign for.”
I tap the box on my thigh, thinking of all those stupid tampon commercials. The ones where a girl is dressed in white pants and riding a bike like life couldn’t get any better, not like it feels as if her uterus is trying to claw its way out of her body. Great, she won’t leak. Doesn’t mean she feels like taking on the world. “I don’t know, I have some ideas.”
He stops, holding a bottle of baby shampoo, and looks at me. “That might have to be all you.”
We laugh, and I place the box on the other side of me before digging for more treasure.
Enzo finishes sorting through one box and is starting the other when he stops. “This one has your name on it, and there’s a note inside.” He slides the whole box my way.
“Oh, I love surprises.” I open the flaps and take out the small note. “It’s from Blair for my sister.” I move all the paper around to see bottles upon bottles of everything she’d need for the baby. “She’s going to love this.”
Enzo smiles. He’s stopped pulling items out and he’s studying me.
“What?” I hide my face by turning away from him.
He clears his throat. “Nothing. You must really like surprises. Your face lit right up.”
“Well, you just learned something about me. But it takes a lot to surprise me.”
He rests his back in the corner of the couch, ignoring the boxes. “Really? Why is that?”
I shrug, pushing the box for my sister aside and bringing my attention to the next box, ignoring Enzo’s eyes on me. “I anticipate people’s actions.”
He laughs. “No way can you anticipate everyone’s actions.”
I sit up straighter. “You know when you’re dating someone—”
A cloud of confusion covers his face.
“You don’t know what I mean?”
“I don’t date.”
I tilt my head. “You don’t date? Like, ever?”
He does seem like the habitual one-night stand kind of guy. Or maybe he has a girl he keeps around strictly for sex. For the past two years, he’s come stag to the Christmas party, but I’ve never seen him hitting on anyone either. There are no rumors about him being a player. Maybe that’s because he goes through assistants so fast that no one has time to learn anything about his personal life.
“In high school and college, sort of.” His face crinkles, and he shrugs as though that wasn’t really dating. “Once I got out of college, I didn’t have the time. I had goals and I knew a relationship would jeopardize me achieving them.”
Huh. I have something in common with Lorenzo Mancini.
“What?”
I try to mask my revelation with a smile, but I’m too late. “It’s just… I feel the same way.”
“You don’t date?”
“I have, but I decided I want to stand on my own. Make sure I owned a condo, had money in the bank, a secure future before I invite someone else to join me.”
He seems to think about that for a moment. “And have you? You’re on your way to junior ad exec, and you just bought your own condo.”
I shrug. “I always had thirty in my mind, but I thought it would take me that long to accomplish it all. I might have to hold out for becoming a senior ad exec before I start dating.” I laugh.
He doesn’t.
He’s staring at me, and I swear there’s a crackle in the air. I suck in a breath and hold it, locked in his gaze.
“But when you did date, you were able to figure out when he was going to surprise you?” He changes the subject and sits up straighter, grabbing a bottle of lotion from the box.
