“I knew it. You’re not excited about it anymore.”
“No.” I wasn’t sure where she was going with it. Maybe she was just checking if she should back down and not waste her time.
She smiled triumphantly. Silly me. Pippa never talked just to talk.
“You know what that means, right? You’ve got it bad for your boss, whether you want it or not.”
Oh, Pippa, Pippa, Pippa.
When you weren’t sure about something, she was right there to spell it out for you.
As I left for my house, I was still thinking about Winston. Could things at the office still go on the same as before? I had no idea.
I took my phone out to check my emails, only to discover I had a text from Winston. He’d been thinking about me! I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand even though I was alone.
Winston: How was your Sunday?
Sienna: Perfect!! I’ve had family time and SO MANY cookies. I’m in heaven.
Winston: Happy to know.
Sienna: Yours?
Winston: Much less interesting than my Saturday.
I was smiling from ear to ear already.
Sienna: I see. And what made your Saturday so interesting?
Winston: A certain amazing, smartass Christmas dork.
Sienna: !!!!!
He was right, but come on. He didn’t think he could get away with being mean, did he?
Winston: I spent all day today thinking about her.
And just like that, I was a puddle of fuzzy feelings again.
Sienna: You didn’t have enough yesterday?
Winston: Not by a long shot. Lucky I’m seeing her tomorrow.
I had a grin the size of the moon. Yeah... things definitely wouldn’t be the same between us at the office.
Chapter Eleven
Sienna
I’d been right. Things at the office were not the same. Whenever I saw Winston, his focus was unapologetically on me. After a particularly long meeting, I thought about ordering a fan, having it shipped with Amazon Prime. By the looks of it, I’d have plenty of use for it.
On the plus side, his mood had improved somewhat, and it did not go unnoticed. My colleagues were a little more relaxed around him. Emphasis on a little.
Winston went one step forward, then two steps back. He praised everyone in the meeting, then immediately sent a mass email where he emphasized some deadlines using strong wording.
Knowing what was on the line, I had more understanding for him. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have that weight on your shoulders. Still... the strong wording just added to the overall stress level in the office, and I thought it was my duty to let him know it was counterproductive.
I poked my head in his office.