Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Creed scoffs then hangs up on me. I look up at a watching Darby.
“I do have the right, but lucky for you I’m not an asshole to those who I call my brothers.” He walks off again. His small dig doesn’t go unnoticed. I already know how much of an asshole my brother is, and that he doesn’t give two shits if I live or die. My friends, on the other hand, they fucking care. I grab the ID that’s securely located in my pocket and smile.
Maybe everything won’t be so bad, after all.
7
Storm
Melissa left and I feel lonely again, my week drags at work and it’s only Wednesday. Mel departed on Monday morning, and I tried my hardest to have her to move in and stay here with me. But she won’t. She loves where she lives and she doesn’t intend moving, which sucks for me.
I’m on the cell to a very high profile fashion designer for his next launch when Vicki walks in holding a large arrangement of flowers. It’s a mixture of lilies, roses, baby’s breath—actually it has so many different kinds of flowers in it. She smiles as she places it on my desk. I cover the cell and ask her who they’re for.
“Yours! It’s addressed to you.”
“I have to go, I’ll call you back later to discuss which pieces would work best. Okay. Thanks.” I hang up as she walks out of the room, shutting the door as she leaves. Touching the flowers, I try to find a card. Once I spot it I reach for it and see my name on the front. Tearing it open, I have to read it twice.
Red…
I’m resourceful, among other things.
Meet me again.
Friday night. A restaurant called Sherlock.
Wear only a cape.
Your blond, who makes you scream (from the closet).
I shake my head. No way. Then I remember my ID, he has my ID. This is how he found me. I immediately search the restaurant he’s speaking about and find it’s not too far from the bar we went to that night. I put the card in my wallet and get back to work.
Thursday.
It happens again. I’m on the cell and Vicki walks in holding another arrangement of flowers. This one full of every red colored flower you can think of. It’s quite beautiful actually. I’ve never seen anything like it.
As she places it on my desk, she stands there not leaving just smiling at me. “You’re seeing someone?” Vicki looks to the flowers then back to me.
“No,” I answer, wondering why she’s still standing there. We don’t talk. Hardly ever. She always turns her nose up at me like she’s better than me.
“Oh, so you have a secret admirer. That’s interesting.” She turns then leaves.
I pull open the card with my name scribbled on the front.
Are you ready for me, Red?
I’m ready for you.
You’re a welcome distraction.
Tomorrow.
It almost sounds like a promise, that if I do meet him he’ll give me what I want. And I could really go for another round with him. But I shouldn’t. No way I should. It’s bad. You don’t go for a man who’s your ten. It’s bound to fuck up. Tens are made in fairy tales. Nines, are if you’re lucky. And believe me, I’m not lucky. And eights are what you attempt to marry. Blondie is a ten, and he scares me to death, so I have to stay away.
But one more time couldn’t hurt… could it?
Friday.
My office smells of flowers, if I didn’t love the smell I would be fucked off. But the look on Vicki’s face as she carries another arrangement of flowers in for the day, tells me she’s less than impressed with the fact that she has to bring them into me.
“No man does this. Are you sending them to yourself? You can tell me? I’ll win the bet then, and I’ll halve it with you.” I look past her to see most of the women in the office looking, waiting and watching. I cross my hands over my chest as she puts them down.
“You have some nerve to come in here and speak to me that way.”
Vicki opens her mouth then closes it. She wasn’t expecting me to talk to her like that. I’m her fucking boss, so no more being nice.
“If you continue to be disrespectful I’ll write you up. I’ll only give you one warning, Vicki. Please remember I’m your boss.”
She nods her head and walks out, not looking back as she passes me and closes my door behind her.
Walking over to the flowers, I find the card tearing it open, excited to see what it reads.
Red.
Spread those legs, because I can’t wait for a second longer.
I read his card, then read it again. A knock at my door makes me turn around. I’m ready to tell Vicki to go away when I see who’s standing there. Everyone and I mean everyone in the office is staring. Fuck! I’m even staring and I’ve seen him before. He doesn’t say a word as he lifts his arm and I’m glued to every move, as it swipes through his hair pushing it back from his eyes. Those blue eyes that read ‘fuck me’ loud and clear.