since my father was in diapers is the only soul around. She has spent most of the evening making me homemade cookies and the sweetest lemonade known to man. I am just starting to relax when my phone starts ringing.
It’s Bianca. But I know she is just calling to yell at me. She probably thinks that I am going to give in to all the romantic gestures that Keith has been doing all day. The flowers, the chocolates…the incredible message on the card with the tulips.
And I don’t want to argue with her, because I know deep down that I am giving in. I just don’t want to deal with it right now. I don’t want to admit to even myself that I am half an inch away from falling into Keith’s arms…Or, and I suspect it is all he wants, ready to fall into his bed.
The call goes to voice mail and within seconds an alert tells me there is a message. But it isn’t the end of it. I get three rapid fire text messages. Can I get no peace? I think angrily as I reach over to turn the damned thing off.
But as I start to turn it off one of the messages is still up on the screen.
Keith is HERE!!!
I bite my lip, not sure what to do. Heart pounding I fight with myself. Call? Turn off the phone like I should have already done? Groaning I pull up the text messages. The other two tell me that my bestie is concerned about me and wants to know where I am. Belatedly I remember that we are supposed to have a girl’s nigh t out tonight.
Going MIA for a few days. Do what u want with K & flowers . Not interested!
Of course the last part is a lie and my gut clenches even as I hit send. But nearly as soon as it is gone I get a smiley face back in response from Bianca. Rolling my eyes I toss the phone aside without bothering to turn it off. I am sure that Bianca will leave me in peace unless something important comes up and Keith does not have my cell number as far as I know.
Finally I am able to close my eyes in peace.
Friday I have all to myself. I spend it just being lazy on the back porch and taking care of a few e-mails for Winthrop Charities. When I get back to the city on Saturday morning I am so relaxed that I don’t even roll my eyes when I find Christian sprawled out on the sofa when I get back to the apartment.
“Hey, beautiful!” He greets as I pass on my way to drop off my things in my room.
“Hey.” I give him a grin. “Enjoying your Saturday off?”
“I would be if I weren’t dreading having to go back to Japan on Monday.” He sighs. “I hate having to work for my living.”
I snort. Christian Marshall didn’t have to work a day in his life if he chose not to. He c omes from money as big and old as the Winthrop’s. But he had also drifted away from his family’s business ventures and had gotten into a few of his own. At twenty nine he was already a millionaire within his own right. “Yeah, it must be hard.” I call over my shoulder.
I toss my things on my bed and change clothes before grabbing my phone and wallet. I have to go to a Charity dinner tonight which Winthrop Charities is a big part of and I have nothing to wear.
On my way out Christian frowns at me. “Keith Winthrop was here again yesterday. Did Bee tell you?”
“No.” Bianca and I haven’t spoken or messaged each other since Thursday. “What did he want?”
“To know where you were.” Christian shrugged. “Things got heated between him and Bee. She said some things to him that made even me blush and he stormed off accusing her of keeping
It’s Bianca. But I know she is just calling to yell at me. She probably thinks that I am going to give in to all the romantic gestures that Keith has been doing all day. The flowers, the chocolates…the incredible message on the card with the tulips.
And I don’t want to argue with her, because I know deep down that I am giving in. I just don’t want to deal with it right now. I don’t want to admit to even myself that I am half an inch away from falling into Keith’s arms…Or, and I suspect it is all he wants, ready to fall into his bed.
The call goes to voice mail and within seconds an alert tells me there is a message. But it isn’t the end of it. I get three rapid fire text messages. Can I get no peace? I think angrily as I reach over to turn the damned thing off.
But as I start to turn it off one of the messages is still up on the screen.
Keith is HERE!!!
I bite my lip, not sure what to do. Heart pounding I fight with myself. Call? Turn off the phone like I should have already done? Groaning I pull up the text messages. The other two tell me that my bestie is concerned about me and wants to know where I am. Belatedly I remember that we are supposed to have a girl’s nigh t out tonight.
Going MIA for a few days. Do what u want with K & flowers . Not interested!
Of course the last part is a lie and my gut clenches even as I hit send. But nearly as soon as it is gone I get a smiley face back in response from Bianca. Rolling my eyes I toss the phone aside without bothering to turn it off. I am sure that Bianca will leave me in peace unless something important comes up and Keith does not have my cell number as far as I know.
Finally I am able to close my eyes in peace.
Friday I have all to myself. I spend it just being lazy on the back porch and taking care of a few e-mails for Winthrop Charities. When I get back to the city on Saturday morning I am so relaxed that I don’t even roll my eyes when I find Christian sprawled out on the sofa when I get back to the apartment.
“Hey, beautiful!” He greets as I pass on my way to drop off my things in my room.
“Hey.” I give him a grin. “Enjoying your Saturday off?”
“I would be if I weren’t dreading having to go back to Japan on Monday.” He sighs. “I hate having to work for my living.”
I snort. Christian Marshall didn’t have to work a day in his life if he chose not to. He c omes from money as big and old as the Winthrop’s. But he had also drifted away from his family’s business ventures and had gotten into a few of his own. At twenty nine he was already a millionaire within his own right. “Yeah, it must be hard.” I call over my shoulder.
I toss my things on my bed and change clothes before grabbing my phone and wallet. I have to go to a Charity dinner tonight which Winthrop Charities is a big part of and I have nothing to wear.
On my way out Christian frowns at me. “Keith Winthrop was here again yesterday. Did Bee tell you?”
“No.” Bianca and I haven’t spoken or messaged each other since Thursday. “What did he want?”
“To know where you were.” Christian shrugged. “Things got heated between him and Bee. She said some things to him that made even me blush and he stormed off accusing her of keeping
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