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“Me too.”
I try to explain. “It was the worst timing.”
“It wasn’t bad timing,” he huffs. “He knew exactly what he was doing.”
“What?”
“He’s had you on ice the entire fucking time he’s lived next door, Juliet, and as soon as you meet someone else, he comes in like a spoiled child wanting his toy back.”
“Oh,” I reply, surprised by his venom. I wasn’t expecting this reaction.
“So . . . let me guess,” he says sarcastically. “You organize a date with me, and suddenly he realizes that you are the one for him, and he’s miraculously over his commitment issues, and now thinks he’s in love with you . . . but he didn’t say it straight out; it was in a roundabout way.”
I frown.
“How am I going with my prediction?”
Surprisingly fucking accurate.
“You don’t need to be like this.”
“But I do, because you’re being an idiot and letting him play you like a fiddle.”
I exhale heavily. “I’m in love with him, Joel.”
“Because you have good sex?”
I stare at him as I roll my lips. I’m not even replying to that.
“There’s a lot more to a relationship than sex, Juliet, and if you want a life with someone like that, go ahead.”
I’ve heard enough of this shit.
I throw my napkin onto the table. “Thanks, I will.” I stand. “Goodbye, Joel.” I walk out of the restaurant.
I hope Henley really knows how to decorate fucking houses.
The elevator rises as excitement bubbles in my stomach. I’m on my way up to Henley’s office to have lunch with him. My coffee date with Joel didn’t go as planned, but after calming down a little, I do understand Joel’s disapproval.
I chose Henley, and no matter how sweetly I wrap the delivery, the message is still the same.
The elevator doors open to a large reception area, and I walk in. It’s all modern timber with beautiful apricot marble floors. A huge gold sign is on the back wall.
HENLEY JAMES
ENGINEERING
Oh . . . bougie as fuck.
A lot fancier than I expected.
“Can I help you?” a woman’s voice asks.
I look over and see a gorgeous brunette sitting at a desk: long dark hair and perfect bone structure. “Um, yes. I’m here to see Henley.”
“Are you?” She fakes a smile and looks me up and down. “And what’s your name?”
What’s with the condescending tone, bitch?
