Said the next card.
I know you are crazy about me.
I ball the third card up and toss it into the trash can. Arrogant, self-centered…Completely right asshole!
Finally I extract the last card, the one that had come with all of the tulips and sit back with a gasp. I am going out of my mind thinking about you. I need you! ~Keith~
I sit there for the longest time, my trembling fingers brushing across the words that have completely shut me down.
I need him too!
I had only been deluding myself last night. Every promise that I had made to myself had flown out of the window when Keith had shown up at my party. I didn’t end up giving Blake a chance after all. And sure as hell had not lost my virginity.
Even as Blake was saying goodnight to me early this morning with a light kiss across my lips I was thinking about Keith and how I wanted to be back on the dance floor with him.
Even my wish as I was blowing out my candles the night before had been for Keith! I want him to be mine , had whispered through my mind as I had blown out the twenty one blazing candle s .
“Damn it!” I push away from my desk and raise to my feet. I feel suffocated from all of the flowers crowding me and the raging feelings boiling inside of me.
“Rachel?” I call out as I gather my briefcase.
She is instantly at my office door. “Yes, Kari?”
“Do I have anything pressing that can’t wait until Monday?” I ask.
“No. You are free tomorrow. But you do have a dinner to attend Saturday night for the new Children’s W ing at the hospital.” She reminds me.
“Good. Use your magic and hold down the fort until Monday. I have something urgent that needs taking care of.” I glare around at the many, many flowers. “And have all of these dreadful flowers sent over to one of the nursing homes. I’m sure there are some old ladies who will enjoy them more than I ever will.”
“Right away.” Rachel grins at me. “ What should I do with the chocolate?”
I turn, completely surprised by her question. “What chocolate?”
“The three boxes of white chocolate and caramel truffles that just arrived.” She points to the large white and gold boxes on the edge of her desk.
I groan. Caramel truffles are my favorite. But no! I am not going to be swayed by expensive chocolates!!! I am not.
Summing all my will power I ignore the boxes as I pass them. “Share them among the other women.” I tell her even as my mouth waters at the thought of the sinfully delicious sweets going untouched by me.
“Well , you just gained a group of followers.” Rachel laughs as she lifts the lid of the top box while I wait for the elevator. “There’s a note. Do you want it?”
“NO!” I practically shout as the elevator doors open . “Tear it up and throw it away.”
“Right away!” She calls after me, tearing the little card to shreds as I step into the elevator.
I don’t go home. Instead I take a cab to my father’s house in the Hamptons. His other house, just outside of the city is too close to things I want to get away from. I love the Hampton house. There are so many good memories here. Most of them of me and my father playing on the beach.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I sit on the back deck overlooking the beach. Mrs. Dean, the housekeeper who has been around
I know you are crazy about me.
I ball the third card up and toss it into the trash can. Arrogant, self-centered…Completely right asshole!
Finally I extract the last card, the one that had come with all of the tulips and sit back with a gasp. I am going out of my mind thinking about you. I need you! ~Keith~
I sit there for the longest time, my trembling fingers brushing across the words that have completely shut me down.
I need him too!
I had only been deluding myself last night. Every promise that I had made to myself had flown out of the window when Keith had shown up at my party. I didn’t end up giving Blake a chance after all. And sure as hell had not lost my virginity.
Even as Blake was saying goodnight to me early this morning with a light kiss across my lips I was thinking about Keith and how I wanted to be back on the dance floor with him.
Even my wish as I was blowing out my candles the night before had been for Keith! I want him to be mine , had whispered through my mind as I had blown out the twenty one blazing candle s .
“Damn it!” I push away from my desk and raise to my feet. I feel suffocated from all of the flowers crowding me and the raging feelings boiling inside of me.
“Rachel?” I call out as I gather my briefcase.
She is instantly at my office door. “Yes, Kari?”
“Do I have anything pressing that can’t wait until Monday?” I ask.
“No. You are free tomorrow. But you do have a dinner to attend Saturday night for the new Children’s W ing at the hospital.” She reminds me.
“Good. Use your magic and hold down the fort until Monday. I have something urgent that needs taking care of.” I glare around at the many, many flowers. “And have all of these dreadful flowers sent over to one of the nursing homes. I’m sure there are some old ladies who will enjoy them more than I ever will.”
“Right away.” Rachel grins at me. “ What should I do with the chocolate?”
I turn, completely surprised by her question. “What chocolate?”
“The three boxes of white chocolate and caramel truffles that just arrived.” She points to the large white and gold boxes on the edge of her desk.
I groan. Caramel truffles are my favorite. But no! I am not going to be swayed by expensive chocolates!!! I am not.
Summing all my will power I ignore the boxes as I pass them. “Share them among the other women.” I tell her even as my mouth waters at the thought of the sinfully delicious sweets going untouched by me.
“Well , you just gained a group of followers.” Rachel laughs as she lifts the lid of the top box while I wait for the elevator. “There’s a note. Do you want it?”
“NO!” I practically shout as the elevator doors open . “Tear it up and throw it away.”
“Right away!” She calls after me, tearing the little card to shreds as I step into the elevator.
I don’t go home. Instead I take a cab to my father’s house in the Hamptons. His other house, just outside of the city is too close to things I want to get away from. I love the Hampton house. There are so many good memories here. Most of them of me and my father playing on the beach.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I sit on the back deck overlooking the beach. Mrs. Dean, the housekeeper who has been around
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