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MAX: Everyone should send David pictures of women they’ve dated recently. Just so he knows what he’s missing.
The fucker. My phone immediately starts blowing up with pictures of supermodels as they all spam me. Assholes. Rolling my eyes, I shove my phone away, reaching over to play withAni’s hair as she reads. Fuck ‘em. They have no idea what they’re missing out on.
Anica
I step out of the meeting room, leaving the marketing team. We were running through ideas for a new color scheme for the offices. I don’t want to incorporate a scheme into my designs if it won’t work for the rest of the office. They picked their three top color combinations, so now I get to experiment with those and decide which one works best for the design I’m trying to frame in my mind.
Too bad I keep getting distracted thinking about all the crazy sex that David and I have been having. I jerk to a halt in the doorway of my office. Holy shit. I’ve slept in David’s bed every night for the last two weeks. Every. Single. Night. And we haven’t had sex every night either. He steers me in there each night, and it’s become such a habit that I haven’t even thought about it until now.
I am in so far over my head. Screw being cool, calm and collected. I’m going to be heartbroken when I head back to Chicago. Heartbroken because I’ve gone and fallen hard for David Brooks Westerhaven. Like the naïve idiot that I am.
“Lunch?” Kari’s voice cuts through my shocked musings and I glance around, smiling at her as I drop my iPad on my desk and grab my purse.
“Always,” I reply with a smile, following her out of the office. She leads me to yet another food truck. These things are never in the same place.
“How the hell do you always know how to find them?”
“Instagram,” she replies easily, as we sit down on the bench, forking delicious French food into our mouths. “I follow them on Instagram, and they post their location each morning, so I pick the one that I know I’m going to go to for lunch every day.”
I nod along. Seriously, does everyone have Instagram except me? Does David have Instagram? That could be dangerous. I would totally become one of those online stalkers.
To pull my thoughts away from David before I become all melancholy at the idea of having my heart broken when I leave the city, I distract myself by letting Kari catch me up on all the office gossip.
“Christine came out with us for drinks last Friday,” Kari announces, catching me off guard. Wow. I did not see that one coming. Really? Kari nods when she sees the look on my face.
“Yeah. That’s what I looked like too. I have no idea why we were all bitching that she never came, because the woman is a total Debbie Downer. I swear there were cheers when she left.”
I nod along as Kari turns the topic from Christine being bad at socializing to some new property manager that looks likeCaptain America. She’s been trying to work out if he’s single or not.
“There ain’t no ring on that finger,” she drawls, waggling her left hand at me while I giggle.
Dropping our empty cardboard boxes and plastic forks into a trashcan, we head back to the office while I nod and listen to all the ways Kari could slip into a conversation with Captain America whether he is single.
Chapter Twenty-Two
David
When I emerge from the bathroom and head to my closet to get dressed, Ani looks up from her iPad. She’s propped up in my bed, wearing my Northwestern T-shirt and nothing else, her luscious legs peeking out from beneath the sheets.
It takes everything that I have not to cross to the bed and fuck her. Especially when her eyes drop to my torso, watching me button my shirt. They heat and she licks her lips. Shit. I’m hard and wishing I had time for a quickie this morning. Unfortunately, I do not.
Ani drops her iPad on the bed next to her and I glimpse Andrew’s face. She must have been looking at the picture. I catch her doing that sometimes. But she doesn’t look wistful or sad, like she sometimes does. Just thoughtful.
“We never finished your cooking task, you know.”
My fingers freeze on my tie, and I screw up my face. I have no desire to rehash that fucking shit show. “So, I still haven’t got to see how you handle yourself under pressure.”
If it's seeing me thrive under pressure she wants, I don’t have to cook for that. My eyebrows fly up and I shrug my suit jacket on, sauntering over and brushing a kiss over her lips. “If you want to see me be the epitome of grace under pressure, come and sit in on the board meeting today.”
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I shove my feet into my shoes and lace them up. Ani’s eyebrows fly up and her eyes dart down to her attire. “I-I’m not dressed for a board meeting.”
I let my eyes lazily trail over her form, lingering on her bare thighs.
“I’ll have to get a separate car today.”
I frown. It’s going to be weird heading into the office today without her in the car, but I’m not about to force her to walk into a board meeting feeling uncomfortable about her appearance.
“I’ll send Antonio back to you and see you in the office.”
