rest on his left knee. “I enjoy spending time with you.
You’ve been a pleasant entry the last few days.”
A pleasant entry? Who says that? Miles. Only
Miles could say something so sophisticated and strange but still
have the same heart-throbbing effect. I blushed. Of course I
blushed. It seemed to be the norm around him. It was like he knew
all the right things to say to make me weak; to cave into his
intoxication.
Luckily, I didn’t have to respond. Truly
interrupted, delivering our meals. “Anything else I can get you
guys?” she asked after placing our dishes and silverware in front
of us.
Miles looked to me, but I shook my head. “I’m
good, thanks.”
“All set,” he followed up. “Thank you,
Truly.”
“Alright. Well, holler if you need anything
else.” She smiled. “Enjoy.”
Miles had me back to the office within the
hour lunch break that I was allotted. Like he knew where I stood
with making our relationship public, we walked into ETV like two
normal coworkers that just had lunch together would. No back
touching, hand holding, or sly gestures of any kind. It was a
different story in the elevator, though. Miles’ hand immediately
found the back of my neck just as it did in the restaurant and
gently caressed my skin until the elevator car stopped at his
floor.
His hand slid slowly down my back as the doors
opened and he leaned in, whispering, “I’ll see you later,” into my
hair before exiting and not looking back after he did.
I wasn’t frozen this time, like I expected to
be. I was relaxed; relaxed with happiness flowing within. I was
starting to become more comfortable in my skin around Miles. I
learned a new side of him this afternoon; a side that probably most
don’t see…he was calm. Genuine. I had only seen him in executive
mode, even at the bar. Out of the office today, around Truly, he
seemed more relaxed. Miles Blackwell was starting to become the
whole package—successful, incredibly attractive, professional,
charming, and now soft. I had a feeling as I rode the rest of the
way up to my floor that my original plan when moving here, the plan
to lead the single business life, was going to have to take a
detour that involved not being single; a detour that involved a man
and maybe a future with him.
I could see it all nicely served on a silver
platter. I could see a future with Miles Blackwell, and even though
it wasn’t the future that I had been thinking about when I put my
plan in motion not more than a week ago, it was a plan that I would
be more than okay with following. Leading the life of the wealthy,
in a relationship with one of the biggest executives in
Manhattan…yeah, I was okay with that, especially when he made me
feel like the person I had always yearned to be—alive, pure, and
important, as opposed to cheap, used up, and incompetent. Here, I
was someone new, the person I had always pictured myself being. So,
was I good with this detour? Fucking ecstatic, actually.
The rest of the day was pretty humdrum.
Connie had me doing random errands, I did my usual requirements,
chatted with Sami for only a second, and then was out the door,
dragging my feet to my apartment just after six.
I was chatting on the phone with Leah, bringing
her up to speed about Miles, when I walked into the apartment to an
unusual sight—my sister cooking dinner and my apartment filled with
loud music to boot. The dinner I was okay with, but the music, not
so much. Not too long ago, that would have matched my personality
to a T, so I didn’t fault my Maddy there (she was acting her age,
after all), but I had neighbors that paid good money to live here.
And I didn’t want to get kicked out after only being there a
week.
“Leah, let me call you back,” I said. I wasn’t
able to hear her over the music anyway.
“Yeah!” she shouted back, laughing before saying
goodbye and hanging up.
I put my phone in my purse and stalked over to
my stereo, turning the volume dial
You’ve been a pleasant entry the last few days.”
A pleasant entry? Who says that? Miles. Only
Miles could say something so sophisticated and strange but still
have the same heart-throbbing effect. I blushed. Of course I
blushed. It seemed to be the norm around him. It was like he knew
all the right things to say to make me weak; to cave into his
intoxication.
Luckily, I didn’t have to respond. Truly
interrupted, delivering our meals. “Anything else I can get you
guys?” she asked after placing our dishes and silverware in front
of us.
Miles looked to me, but I shook my head. “I’m
good, thanks.”
“All set,” he followed up. “Thank you,
Truly.”
“Alright. Well, holler if you need anything
else.” She smiled. “Enjoy.”
Miles had me back to the office within the
hour lunch break that I was allotted. Like he knew where I stood
with making our relationship public, we walked into ETV like two
normal coworkers that just had lunch together would. No back
touching, hand holding, or sly gestures of any kind. It was a
different story in the elevator, though. Miles’ hand immediately
found the back of my neck just as it did in the restaurant and
gently caressed my skin until the elevator car stopped at his
floor.
His hand slid slowly down my back as the doors
opened and he leaned in, whispering, “I’ll see you later,” into my
hair before exiting and not looking back after he did.
I wasn’t frozen this time, like I expected to
be. I was relaxed; relaxed with happiness flowing within. I was
starting to become more comfortable in my skin around Miles. I
learned a new side of him this afternoon; a side that probably most
don’t see…he was calm. Genuine. I had only seen him in executive
mode, even at the bar. Out of the office today, around Truly, he
seemed more relaxed. Miles Blackwell was starting to become the
whole package—successful, incredibly attractive, professional,
charming, and now soft. I had a feeling as I rode the rest of the
way up to my floor that my original plan when moving here, the plan
to lead the single business life, was going to have to take a
detour that involved not being single; a detour that involved a man
and maybe a future with him.
I could see it all nicely served on a silver
platter. I could see a future with Miles Blackwell, and even though
it wasn’t the future that I had been thinking about when I put my
plan in motion not more than a week ago, it was a plan that I would
be more than okay with following. Leading the life of the wealthy,
in a relationship with one of the biggest executives in
Manhattan…yeah, I was okay with that, especially when he made me
feel like the person I had always yearned to be—alive, pure, and
important, as opposed to cheap, used up, and incompetent. Here, I
was someone new, the person I had always pictured myself being. So,
was I good with this detour? Fucking ecstatic, actually.
The rest of the day was pretty humdrum.
Connie had me doing random errands, I did my usual requirements,
chatted with Sami for only a second, and then was out the door,
dragging my feet to my apartment just after six.
I was chatting on the phone with Leah, bringing
her up to speed about Miles, when I walked into the apartment to an
unusual sight—my sister cooking dinner and my apartment filled with
loud music to boot. The dinner I was okay with, but the music, not
so much. Not too long ago, that would have matched my personality
to a T, so I didn’t fault my Maddy there (she was acting her age,
after all), but I had neighbors that paid good money to live here.
And I didn’t want to get kicked out after only being there a
week.
“Leah, let me call you back,” I said. I wasn’t
able to hear her over the music anyway.
“Yeah!” she shouted back, laughing before saying
goodbye and hanging up.
I put my phone in my purse and stalked over to
my stereo, turning the volume dial
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