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Rita points to me and then bites the end of her pen, suddenly lost in thought. “Now, there’s an idea. Maybe if we give him a taste of it, he’ll change his ways.”
What? I never said that.
“We haven’t even found someone to do it yet,” I say, once again feeling bad for him.
Rita’s eyes widen. “Didn’t we tell you? Oh, I thought we had. It was discussed in the meeting…the one you missed. God, sorry, dear. Now I feel awful.”Huh? My brows furrow as Rita pouts, not really looking sorry at all.
“O…kay. Who is it?” I ask, pulling a notepad from my drawer in case I need to take notes.
“It’s you,” she says, and my eyes flash to hers though I shouldn’t be surprised.Of course it is.
Trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice, I smile politely and ask, “Why me?”
Rita shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Honestly, it’s because we don’t think you’ll fall for his charms.”
My shoulders sag. Oh, how I wish I was someone who would fall for his charms. Just say no. It’s that easy.
“What’s expected of me? What am I supposed to do?”Dammit.
Rita’s eyes light up and she grins. “Keep him in line at the alumni celebration this weekend. That’s it.”That’s it?
“They invited him to that?” I say, a little shocked. If they’re so worried about his reputation, why not keep him away from big events until it’s sorted?
“They invited everyone to that. Plus, he’s one of our star players.”
Ugh! I know.Even I have to admit he pulls in a crowd, and a bigger crowd means more donations. But it comes at a risk.
Say no, say no.
“Okay, but I’m not wearing a fancy dress.”
There’s an official-looking envelope under my door when I get home that night, causing me to sigh. I know exactly who it’s from and have a big decision to make because of it. I should open it and get it over with. I’ve made my choice, or this wouldn’t have been delivered. So why am I giving it this much thought? All it needs is a signature and to be mailed back to the sender.Do it, Dani.
The second I met Liam I fell in love. I knew there and then that I’d do everything in my power to ensure he didn’t end up having a shitty family life like I did. He’s already lost his mom and from what Jenny has told me, my own mother and stepdad—his grandparents—want nothing to do with him, which I could have guessed since I’ve always thought neither of them really wanted kids to begin with. So, with that in mind, other than his dad, I’m all he’s got, and I’m going to make sure he’s protected. Which is why I have this heavy paperwork in my hand. I love him and this is what I want to do. It just scares the hell out of me.
Grabbing a pen, I rip open the packaging and find the stickers outlining where I sign. It takes all of thirty seconds for me to potentially change the course of my life, but I’m doing the right thing.
After sealing it up tight in the return envelope, I decide to walk down the street to post it, rather than leaving it in our mail room. The fresh air will do me good. I may rush to get there, but my walking pace significantly slows as I make my way home. I have nowhere to be. Nothing to do. And that’s exactly how I like it. Which is a strange realization to make after being engaged to a social butterfly. I never questioned my feelings at the time. But now, when his friends or family invite me out, I’m so quick to say no that I give myself whiplash. At first, I thought I was trying to distance myself from them because it hurt too much. But now…now,I know it’s so much more than that. I’m an introvert. Always have been. But Eric never let me embrace that. Not as a control thing or anything. He just loved to be out and loved to have me by his side.So I thought.
Regardless, it’s now my turn to decide what I do, and I choose nothing.
I’ve almost reached my apartment when my phone dings with a text, and I groan. I usually silence it as soon as I get home from work. There are a few media personnel that don’t set boundaries for when they get in touch.Damn my mail for distracting me.
I try to ignore it for a few minutes, pretending I never heard it, but my guilt gets the best of me. Before long, I’m pulling it from my purse, already prepared to take action on whatever request they have. Only it’s not a work text.
Logan: I hear I have you to thank for the photography gig. So, thank you. But for the record, I would have made a helluva bachelor item
I bark out an embarrassing laugh.Yes, you would have. Wait! What?
Dani: You’re welcome. Although maybe you shouldn’t be thanking me… photographer won’t be half as fun
Logan: Are you allowed to bid in the auction?
Dani: I’m not
Logan: Then you made the right choice for me
I laugh before nibbling on my bottom lip. This guy and his blatant flirting. It’s not at all something I’m used to.
