Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Oh no.
She’d caught me gawking at Ace. How embarrassing.
The rambling started before I could stop it. “Okay, so that was…I mean, he’s just…did you see his hands? I think I blacked out for a second. Is this what spontaneous combustion feels like? Because I’m 98 percent sure—”
“Poppy.” Sarah cut me off mid-sentence, her voice a delighted whisper-shriek. “Who was that?”
I blinked at her and swallowed, suddenly aware of the familiar ache I experienced when someone interrupted me. It had been happening all my life. One of my earliest memories was when my second-grade teacher told me to use my inside voice. Another was the next year, when the girls I thought were my friends asked me to talk less at the lunch table because they didn’t want to have to talk over me all the time. Even my mom got irritated when I went on a tangent.
Everyone tolerated me. Except my best friend Clara, who always happily listened to whatever I had to say. And now, Ace didn’t seem put off by my talkative nature.
He’d paid attention to every word like I mattered. And then he’d kissed my cheek and told me we were going on a dinner date.
My eyes stung, and I blinked hard, then I looked up when Sarah cleared her throat.
She was still staring at me, her eyebrows raised expectantly.
“He’s…um. A client,” I managed. “He just had a few questions. A compliance thing. Super normal.”
She looked like she wanted to argue, which was fair since we didn’t usually have guys from the Hounds of Hellfire stopping by the office. But for the first time, I didn’t feel like talking. I just wanted to go back to my office and think about what I should wear for my date with Ace tonight.
I backed away, my cheeks on fire. “Gotta get back to my desk! Those reports aren’t going to reconcile themselves. Bye!”
I dove back into my office like my life depended on it, racing toward my chair and dropping onto it with a sigh. But I didn’t open any of the files waiting for me. Instead, I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, mentally going through the contents of my closet.
I’d seen other Hounds around town all my life, but I didn’t know any of them well. With their big motorcycles and leather vests, they were hard to miss, though. And the women who’d been spotted with them over the past couple of years were just as impressive as the men themselves.
They were each unique in their looks and what they wore, so maybe I didn’t need to run out and buy a biker chick outfit for tonight. I couldn’t remember a single time I’d seen one of the women in leather pants, but they all had really cool helmets for when they rode on the back of their guy’s motorcycle. This was a new goal of mine—to be wrapped around Ace.
“Ugh, what do you even wear to dinner with a man who looks like that?” I mumbled.
It didn’t help that I had no idea where he was taking me. If jeans would be too casual, or a dress was going overboard. I didn’t want to wind up in a biker bar looking like I wandered in from a garden party. But I needed to do myself up enough so no one would wonder why I was out with Ace.
I spun in my chair once, just to burn off some of the jittery energy, then forced myself to face my monitor.
Ace wasn’t picking me up until seven, so I’d have plenty of time when I got home to ransack my closet for the perfect outfit.
I had a job that paid my rent and kept me in iced vanilla lattes—one I couldn’t afford to lose. So I pulled up the flagged queue and tried to focus.
I needed to review two wire transfers from yesterday. Routine stuff that popped up every single day. I cross-checked the client notes against the supervisor guidance I’d printed out as reference.
Based on the instructions I’d been given, there weren’t any escalation indicators. Just normal transactions for a business that had a higher-than-average number of transactions each day.
I clicked to approve them both and glanced at the clock. I still had way too much time until I could leave and wondered if I should check with my boss to see if I could work through lunch so I could clock out an hour early.
Deciding that was the right call, I jumped out of my seat and hurried down the hallway to his office. The door was open, but I rapped my knuckles against the hard surface and waited for him to acknowledge me before stepping inside.
“Come in.”
“Hey, Mr. Hopkins.”
His smile had the opposite effect of Ace’s smirk. There was just something off about it, probably because he was older than my father but never acted like it.