Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"Hopefully we can get this done in the next hour and then you can go back home." I rock in my chair back and forth.
"Music to my ears." She smiles. “Thank you for inviting me yesterday. It was a blast." She huffs, “And I'm still full."
I laugh at that because, knowing Harlow and her family, she probably had to eat five times the food just to please them. “Not a problem," I say. “Hope you had fun."
"It was so much fun." She pushes off from the doorjamb. “I'm going to go and step outside and see if I can spot the sun."
I close my eyes again for just a second. Maybe bringing her to the birthday party wasn't such a great idea. It was only when I got there and I found out that Presley thought she was my date did it really make me second-guess inviting her. It also didn't help that Mrs. Baker spent the majority of the day glaring at me from across the room. That mixed in with the conversation with her sisters and then finding out that she dipped out early, I was a fucking mess.
"Five minutes!” I hear someone yell from the hallway and open my eyes, grabbing my phone to see if I missed anything. My heart stops when I see that I have a text from her sent about eight hours ago.
Gorgeous: Can you call me when you have a minute? Everything is fine; just wanted to ask you something.
My fingers are typing her back at the same time that I hold my breath.
Me: Still at work, will call you as soon as I leave.
My foot starts to move up and down when I see the three dots pop up and then another message comes in.
Gorgeous: Okay. I'll wait for your call.
I look down at the screen. Since when has she ever waited for my call? "Okay, people," I hear from the hallway. “Let's get this show on the road." I get up from my chair, bringing my phone with me, just in case she texts me back and it's actually an emergency. The nerves take over the pit of my stomach. I sit back in my chair in the conference room.
"Let's get the show on the road," I urge, trying to pump everyone up. I look around the table and see all of them focusing on the papers in front of them. "As soon as we are done with this, we can take the next two days off." All of the heads snap to look at me. “That's what I like to see," I joke. “Motivation."
"If we finish this in an hour," the other partner says, “I'll add two days to that."
"If we finish in forty-five minutes," I counter. "We get the week." I clap my hands. "Now let's go."
My team does not play when it comes to time off. It takes us less than forty-five minutes to finish the rest of the merger. All notes have been entered, and when I get up forty-four minutes later with the file in my hand, I walk out, proud of the work that we just poured three weeks into. I huff out as I walk out of the conference room and head to my office. Putting the file down and grabbing my things, I am one of the last ones to walk out of the office.
It's as dark now as when I got here this morning. I slip into the car and start it, pulling up Presley's name. Everything inside me is trembling, everything from my hands to my heart. The sound of ringing fills the car, and she picks up after two rings. “Hello?" Her voice comes out softly.
"Hey," I say, my voice trembling. “Sorry, I just got out of the office." I pull away from the office and make my way home. “We were finalizing a merger."
"Oh, yeah, no worries," she says. “I was…" She stops talking. “Um…" I can tell she's nervous about something. “I was wondering if we could talk."
"Um, yeah. I'm on my way home now. How is tomorrow?" I suggest, and I pull up to my house and see her sitting outside on my steps. I stop, and she looks at me. Her hair is loose and she is wearing a baby-blue flowered dress. She looks beautiful and she glows.
"How about now?” she asks, and I pull into the driveway. She disconnects the phone, and I get out, leaving my phone in the car.
"How long have you been here?” I ask, walking up the steps.
"I want to say not long," she says and then looks over at the bag of food beside her. “But Clarabella had to drop off food." She wrings her hands.
"Is everything okay?” I ask, suddenly worried that something happened and she wanted to do this face-to-face.