Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Yeah?” I glare at her. “Try it.” I slam the door, but her laughter is heard from outside the car.
I get into the car, and she leans over and kisses my cheek. “Don’t be cranky,” she soothes before reaching for her seat belt. “No one likes a cranky Nash.”
I put on my sunglasses before making my way to the office. Ever since we got married, I start my day at eight o’clock, getting in with everyone else. When we arrive at the office, she gets out, holding her bag in one hand and her matcha in the other. I kiss her as soon as we get to the door and I pull it open for her to walk in. “Good morning, you two,” Lulu greets with a smile.
“Good morning,” Zoey says to her and then walks away from me. “Have a good day.”
I watch her walk toward the shared office space before walking into my own office. I get my computer started when a text comes in, and I smile because I know it’s from her.
Zoey: Have a great day at work.
It’s little things like this that make me smile throughout the day.
Me: Thank you, baby.
I send her the text before I get to work. I’m getting up a couple of hours later, going to find Zoey to see if she’s hungry, when I hear Lulu paging her to the front. A bouquet is on the desk. I put my hands in my pockets, trying to calm the burn in my stomach. “You rang?” Zoey asks when she comes closer to the door, looking at Lulu and then at me. “Did you have me paged so I can come to you?” She puts her hands on her hips.
“I did not,” I reply, my voice tighter than I want it to be.
“He didn’t, but I think in a way he did.” She smiles at her. “These were delivered for you.”
She points at the flowers on the desk in front of her.
Zoey looks at me with a smile, and I make a note to send her flowers more often. “Why did you do this?” she asks, reaching for the card.
“I didn’t,” I say at the same time she opens the card and reads the message on it. Her face turns a touch red as she looks at me and then at Lulu, who is now just looking at us, not sure what to say.
“So who are they from?” My mouth asks the question before my brain can stop it.
“I’m going to go and make coffee.” Lulu gets up to give us a private moment. I watch her walk to the back, and I’m about to say something else when Kailyn walks from the kitchen.
“Hey, you have a Zoom meeting in five,” she says, looking at the flowers and then looking at Zoey. “Isn’t he the sweetest?” She looks at me and then walks to her desk.
“Those are nice flowers,” I note, waiting for her to say something. “They from Jarod?” I do it on purpose, getting his name wrong.
“It doesn’t matter who they’re from.” She avoids looking in my eyes. “I’m going to put them in the kitchen.” She grabs the glass vase, still avoiding my eyes.
“What did the card say?” I ask, and she stops and looks at me.
“What difference does it make?” Her shoulders go back. “At least with me, it’s not right in my face every single day. It’s in waves.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snap, trying to keep my voice low.
“I’m talking about not only having to go one-on-one with Emmy last night,” she replies, her voice low, “but having to watch Kailyn fawn all over you all day long. ‘Oh, Nash, you have a call in five minutes.’” Her voice is high. “‘Oh, Nash, you look so good in that suit.’” She glares at me. “News flash, it’s the same suit every day, just a different color.” I’m literally speechless. I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about. “‘Oh, Nash, I’d love nothing more than for you to do me on your desk.’” She rolls her eyes.
“She’s my assistant,” I say, looking around trying to keep my voice down, but I’m shocked she’s even saying these things.
“Who wants you to do her on your desk,” she repeats.
“I would never, ever cross that line with her or anyone else who works for me,” I declare between clenched teeth.
“Not for you but with you. That’s a big difference,” she says sarcastically as she walks away from me.
“How the fuck did this turn around on me?” I mumble as she walks through the office to the back.
“If anyone wants to take home these flowers,” she offers to a couple of people who must be in there, “you are more than happy to have them.” She comes out of the kitchen and looks at me still standing here, glaring at me before she makes her way over to the desk, stopping. “Don’t forget your call.” She uses that voice again before she rolls her eyes and disappears, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.