my office before I can protest. And to be honest, most days, I’m too hungry to refuse it.
There’s always a note at the bottom of the bag, scribbled onto Post-It paper or on the back of an old envelope.
Your hair looks nice today…Have a great afternoon…Green looks good on you…I’m sorry I hurt you…
That last one got me a bit choked up.
Have I forgiven him? Hell no. He’s a jerk and he’s got a prominent spot on my hit list. But the food he sends me is a definite step up from what I’m used to having for lunch, that is, a granola bar, chips and an energy drink and any other junk dispensed by the vending machines in the staff room.
And I’m starting to look forward to the notes, too.
I lick my fingers and grab the plastic fork from the bottom of the paper bag. I dig in greedily. In a matter of minutes, I’ve devoured the whole thing and polished it off with the bottle of mango juice that came with the meal. I wipe my mouth with a napkin and slump back in my chair.
That was so good.
I look across the hallway and notice a small opening between two of the slats of his blinds. He’s watching me. How fucking annoying.
I don’t get this guy. I can’t read him. One minute he’s breaking my heart, the next minute he’s virtually stalking me. But at this point, I don’t care what’s on his agenda. I’m keeping my distance and I’m protecting my heart.
I rise out of my chair, glaring at the space in his blinds as I slam the door shut.
Chapter 15
I watch as Luce deposits the brown paper bag on the corner of Jasmine’s desk. The two women exchange sheepish glances as they’ve been doing ever since I started having lunch delivered to Jasmine daily. She works hard and she neglects to take care of herself. And as the man that’s crazy about her, the least I can do is make sure that she’s eats everyday.
At first, she looked reluctant as Luce would deliver the food, but now, two weeks later, she actually seems eager to look into the bag everyday and find out what I’ve ordered her. I enjoy picking out what she’ll eat and what restaurant to order from. And I love the face she makes when she bites into something delicious for the first time. I love seeing her lick her fingers after a delectable meal. I love the way she slumps back in her chair and takes a minute to relax when she’s done eating.
And the best part is, she doesn’t slam the door shut anymore when she catches me peeping at her.
It looks like we’re making progress.
I probably shouldn’t push it, but I’m dying to actually eat with her today. To sit across the table from her and watch her lips move as she chews, to see her eyes light up as she tells me a silly story.
I should just go eat with her. Right?...No – I can’t. I’ve got to keep her at arm’s length…Or, maybe I should just stop being a coward and go eat with her. What’s so hard about that?
And so goes the back and forth in my head.
The battle is still going strong in my mind when a bit of commotion picks up in the hallway. I glance out the blinds and see a small group of secretaries ushering a tall, suited man down the hallway. He basks in the attention and wears a self-important grin as he carries an obnoxiously-large bouquet of flowers in his hands. The women look like they’re about to collectively swoon.
My chest clenches tight as I watch him enter Jasmine’s office.
Chapter 16
“Chess!”
The handsome, charming New York state-senator-slash-presidential-candidate is the last person I expected to see when I glanced up from my computer screen. And the gigantic bouquet he’s holding is even more unexpected.
He steps into my office and he’s taller and more handsome than I remember, with his dreamy blond hair brushed back off of his forehead, his clean-shaven chiseled face and those penetrating blue eyes.
“Jasmine – you look absolutely…I
There’s always a note at the bottom of the bag, scribbled onto Post-It paper or on the back of an old envelope.
Your hair looks nice today…Have a great afternoon…Green looks good on you…I’m sorry I hurt you…
That last one got me a bit choked up.
Have I forgiven him? Hell no. He’s a jerk and he’s got a prominent spot on my hit list. But the food he sends me is a definite step up from what I’m used to having for lunch, that is, a granola bar, chips and an energy drink and any other junk dispensed by the vending machines in the staff room.
And I’m starting to look forward to the notes, too.
I lick my fingers and grab the plastic fork from the bottom of the paper bag. I dig in greedily. In a matter of minutes, I’ve devoured the whole thing and polished it off with the bottle of mango juice that came with the meal. I wipe my mouth with a napkin and slump back in my chair.
That was so good.
I look across the hallway and notice a small opening between two of the slats of his blinds. He’s watching me. How fucking annoying.
I don’t get this guy. I can’t read him. One minute he’s breaking my heart, the next minute he’s virtually stalking me. But at this point, I don’t care what’s on his agenda. I’m keeping my distance and I’m protecting my heart.
I rise out of my chair, glaring at the space in his blinds as I slam the door shut.
Chapter 15
I watch as Luce deposits the brown paper bag on the corner of Jasmine’s desk. The two women exchange sheepish glances as they’ve been doing ever since I started having lunch delivered to Jasmine daily. She works hard and she neglects to take care of herself. And as the man that’s crazy about her, the least I can do is make sure that she’s eats everyday.
At first, she looked reluctant as Luce would deliver the food, but now, two weeks later, she actually seems eager to look into the bag everyday and find out what I’ve ordered her. I enjoy picking out what she’ll eat and what restaurant to order from. And I love the face she makes when she bites into something delicious for the first time. I love seeing her lick her fingers after a delectable meal. I love the way she slumps back in her chair and takes a minute to relax when she’s done eating.
And the best part is, she doesn’t slam the door shut anymore when she catches me peeping at her.
It looks like we’re making progress.
I probably shouldn’t push it, but I’m dying to actually eat with her today. To sit across the table from her and watch her lips move as she chews, to see her eyes light up as she tells me a silly story.
I should just go eat with her. Right?...No – I can’t. I’ve got to keep her at arm’s length…Or, maybe I should just stop being a coward and go eat with her. What’s so hard about that?
And so goes the back and forth in my head.
The battle is still going strong in my mind when a bit of commotion picks up in the hallway. I glance out the blinds and see a small group of secretaries ushering a tall, suited man down the hallway. He basks in the attention and wears a self-important grin as he carries an obnoxiously-large bouquet of flowers in his hands. The women look like they’re about to collectively swoon.
My chest clenches tight as I watch him enter Jasmine’s office.
Chapter 16
“Chess!”
The handsome, charming New York state-senator-slash-presidential-candidate is the last person I expected to see when I glanced up from my computer screen. And the gigantic bouquet he’s holding is even more unexpected.
He steps into my office and he’s taller and more handsome than I remember, with his dreamy blond hair brushed back off of his forehead, his clean-shaven chiseled face and those penetrating blue eyes.
“Jasmine – you look absolutely…I
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