Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
The door closes with a quiet snick, and all I can do is blink at my surroundings.
Is this a dream?
It has to be a dream.
I pinch my leg hard, but all it gets me is a sharp pain and the realization that I’m not making any of this up. Nick just called me his best, set me up in my own office on the top floor, just a single wall away from him, and even told me to decorate however I want. I don’t know if this means I’m getting a promotion, or if I should just think of this as a bonus. Right now, all I can think about is how much Sloane is going to make me pay for this.
Why would he do this? Just because I was doing her work?
None of it makes sense.
The files Nick put me on were already one hell of an opportunity, but to be close enough that he can see exactly how hard I work is huge.
Pushing away the what ifs of my situation, I try to enjoy this moment. A hysterical giggle pushes out from between my lips, and I clap my hand over my mouth, hoping that the walls are thick enough that Nick didn’t hear.
Before I can spiral into a whirlwind of thoughts about how utterly insane this whole thing is, my phone buzzes in the pocket of my blazer. I tug it out with a shaking hand, my face splitting into a smile when I see the text waiting for me.
I don’t think today can get any better.
Mister Mystery: I’m missing that pretty face. Send me a picture, Miss Morgan.
I glance at the door to my office nervously before lifting my phone and snapping a selfie, making sure to get a good shot of the massive windows behind me as I beam up at the camera. He responds seconds after I hit send.
Mister Mystery: What a stunning view.
My cheeks go bright red, my heart pounding excitedly as I type my message.
Riley: Isn’t it?? It’s my new office! My boss just moved me so I could be closer while I work on these projects. Super excited to finally be free of the cubicle lol.
That doesn’t cover half of it, but I don’t want to brag too much. As a matter of fact, this might be a good excuse to see him again. Sure, keeping things anonymous has been fun, but I’m starting to really like this guy.
I want to know his name, to know him. I want to see his face without a mask in the way.
Mister Mystery: I was talking about you, Princess. You look downright edible in that skirt.
Mister Mystery: Congratulations, though. I’m sure you’ve earned it with all that hard work. Proud of you.
My heart tumbles in my chest, and I feel like I’m back in high school with my first crush again.
Yeah, I need to see him.
Riley: Thank you <3 Maybe we could grab dinner to celebrate?
There we go. It’s not too pushy, but hopefully he can read my enthusiasm through text. He’s been on my mind non-stop since I met him that night at the gala, but it’s only gotten worse since the other night when we texted while I was in the bath.
I’ve never been so desperate for someone in my life.
Plus, I really do want to celebrate.
Mister Mystery: I wish. I’m tied up with work and don’t know when I’ll be able to find free time. Sorry, Miss Morgan. Trust me when I say I’d rather see you than be stuck in meetings.
I pout as the response rolls in, irritation filling me. It’s like I’m giving more than he is, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
He’s an adult with responsibilities; I get it. So am I. Because I’m frustrated that I haven’t been able to see him since the gala doesn’t mean he’s doing anything wrong. I can’t exactly force the guy to come see me in person, as much as I don’t want things to stay exclusively over text between us. It’s not like I can look him up, either, since I didn’t ask his name the night we met, and it feels a little awkward to do now that we’ve been talking.
I’ll just have to be patient.
Maybe that’s for the best.
After all, it’s not like my pathetic little crush on Nick has gone anywhere, and I don’t know what to do about that. This thing with my mystery man is currently nothing but flirty texts, but if it ever leads into something more serious, I’ll feel guilty for the way just standing next to Nick makes my heart slam against my ribs.
Now that he’s literally on the other side of the wall, I have a feeling I’ll only become even more hyper-aware of him.
Yeah, patience is definitely the route to go here.