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“Look, I like her, okay? We had an amazing date until she just ran off in a taxi without any explanation. I’m not trying to mess with her life. I just want to talk to her.”

She stared at me for a second. “She doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.”

“Okay. I respect that.” I stood there, staring at her.

“If you respect that, then why aren’t you walking away?”

Because I’m going to follow you back into the building. This woman was infuriating. “Do you work at Blue Media too? You look familiar.”

“No. I work at Kruger Advertising with Bee.”

“Oh. Never mind.” I turned away and smiled. That’s all I needed to know. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contact list. I pressed the call button and held my phone to my ear as I hailed down a taxi.

“Vargas.”

“Hey, Vargas. It’s Mason. I’m calling about that favor you owe me.”

“Whatever you need, man.”

“I need you to find out the last name of an employee at Kruger Advertising. Her first name is Bridget and she works as a secretary there.”

“That’s all you need?”

“Run her name through the system too. I want to know everything about her. And the name of her ex-fiancé. He works at MAC International but that’s all I know about him.”

“He works for your father?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s this all about? Something juicy I hope?”

“Just run the name, Vargas.” I hung up the phone. If Bee wanted chivalrous, I’d give her chivalrous. No one ever refused to talk to me. I was used to getting what I wanted. And right now, all I wanted was Bee.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Bee

I poured myself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter in the break room. It was a new week, so it was time for a fresh start. I just needed to stop dwelling on the past so much. One stupid date and one very bad day at work wasn’t enough to make me give up on the life I had made for myself here. I had stuck it out after Patrick had left me. And that was the worst thing that was going to happen. It could only get better from here.

Just because Mr. Ellington said I didn’t have thick skin and Mason Caldwell said I was soft, didn’t mean those things were true. I was going to make it in advertising. And I was going to find a guy that was worthy of my time. I wanted to prove everyone wrong.

Thinking about Mason made me so angry but at the same time it made my skin tingle. I walked back toward my desk and froze. There was a huge bouquet of roses on the middle of my desk. I pulled out the card that was attached to them.

Bee,

I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to keep calling you that. I had an amazing time with you on Friday. I can’t stop thinking about you. And I don’t want to stop. I’m sorry about what happened with you and your fiancé. Let me help you get your mind off him. I’m taking you to dinner tonight.

-Mason

What? He couldn’t come here! How did he even know where I worked? God, my mom was right. He’s a serial killer. I pushed the vase to the side and sat down in my chair.

“Wow, nice flowers,” Kendra said and perched herself on the side of my desk. “Who are they from?” She arched her eyebrow.

“They’re from Mason.”

“How romantic.”

“No. He’s not romantic.”

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