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“Does Margaret Cho have a man?”

“I don’t know, but I think she may have a woman.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Polly? That’s twice you’ve mentioned that.”

“No, I’m not a lesbian.”

“Are you bicurious or something?”

“No, but thank you for asking.”

“You know I wouldn’t care if you were.”

“I know,” she said, “but you know I love men. And trust me, if I was interested in women, I would let you know.”

“True. You would.” I laughed. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing. I’m just reading some stuff for class,” she said.

“Have you heard anything back about the fellowship?”

“No. But as soon as I do, I’ll let you know. Okay?”

I yawned. “Oh, man. I’m feeling tired. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Okay,” she said. “And if you start to feel nervous in the night, text me or call me. I don’t care if you wake me up.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” We hung up, and then I stared at my pajamas. I started to take my clothes off and reach for my pajama top when I decided that I was going to listen to Chelsea; I was going to sleep naked. And why not? It wasn’t like I would be sleeping in bed with anyone. I took my clothes off and hurried into the bedroom. I shivered slightly in the cool air, pulled the sheet down, and got into bed.

“Oh my gosh, this feels absolutely amazing,” I moaned out loud as my body sank into the sheets. My head rested back on the down feather pillows, and I breathed a sigh of contentment. This felt so good. How could sheets feel so wonderful, and why did my sheets not feel this good?

I closed my eyes and just lay there. I was going to reach for the remote control to turn the TV on, but for some reason, I was already super tired. “I could fall asleep right now,” I muttered to myself. But I’d wanted to research some more about Finn Joseph. I wanted to know exactly how he’d made his money. If he was a self-made billionaire, if he’d inherited it, and if he was dating anyone. And if he wasn’t dating anyone, who had he dated before? And if he was dating someone, how serious were they? I was already caught up in wanting to know more about my new boss, and I hated myself for it because I couldn’t stand him. I hated that just because he was good-looking, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. But I had to remember that he was the enemy, not the friend here.

ChapterEleven

Checking Account Balance: $155

Savings Account Balance: $10

Boyfriend Count: -0

I was having the most fantastic sleep. My body felt like I was floating on clouds, and I never wanted to open my eyes again. I’d never experienced such bliss before in my life. It felt amazing. Even though I wasn’t fully awake, my subconscious was aware that I didn’t have to wake up. I didn’t have to go to work at Charlotte’s coffee shop. I didn’t have to deal with obnoxious customers. I didn’t have to…Bang.The sound of my door being slammed open made my eyes flutter. I blinked and looked around the room.

“What’s going on?” Finn’s deep voice echoed throughout the room, and I blinked in the darkness. What the fuck was going on?

“Huh?” I said as I slid up slightly.

He turned the lights on. His arms were folded. “Harriet, what’s going on?”

“I’m sleeping. What are you doing here?” I swallowed hard as I saw that he was wearing only his boxer shorts. His chest looked magnificent, as if it had been chiseled by Italian artists. I licked my lips nervously. I really shouldn’t be staring at the smattering of hair that he had on his chest. How did he have such a perfect body? It wasn’t fair. How could one of the wealthiest men in the country be so gorgeous as well? He had been blessed with everything.

“It’s five thirty a.m.”

“Oh my God, it’s five thirty a.m.? Why are you in my room?” I yawned slightly.

“Because you’re supposed to be making my breakfast.”

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