Pushing all of her insecurities aside, she focused on the now, rather than last night. She shouldn’t have gone to the club last night, and she never would again. It was Saturday, and she had work to get to from lunchtime. She worked in a law firm, delivering mail, coffee, and taking notes for some of the lawyers if they needed it. The job was to help her decide if she even wanted to go into law. So she had gotten a job as a kind of intern. Yeah, it was totally weird, but it worked for her.
Her friends didn’t get why she pressured the owner of the law practice into giving her a job. She was just out of place, unfinished. College was supposed to be a place where she had clarity, and understand what she wanted to be. Instead, she was taking courses that were just boring.
“Harper! You’ve got a delivery,” Lara said.
She’d missed her other friend’s awkwardness.
“Delivery?” She opened her door, and stepped out to see the guy Lara had slept with last night was none other than Gideon Denton.
Two Denton men stood in her apartment.
“I didn’t order anything.”
“I doubt you ordered yourself flowers,” Betty said.
Harper spotted the flowers on the kitchen table. “They’re for me?”
“Didn’t you hear the door?” Damian asked.
She shook her head. “No, I was getting ready for work.”
“Please, you hate working for that loser.”
“You don’t even know his name,” Harper said.
“Yes, I do. It’s called asshole lawyer.”
Harper laughed, picking out the card that was inside the flowers. “Did you read it?”
“Nope. We’re interested to know who it is though. Someone from work?”
“I doubt it. I don’t recall talking to anyone.” She opened up the card, and sighed. Looking up at the other two men, she shook her head. “Seriously, I’m kind of a little creeped out right now. I don’t even know this guy, and he’s sending me flowers.”
Damian shrugged. “I didn’t know he was sending flowers.”
“Wait! Is this the asshole who grabbed your ass last night?”
“Yep. Here, keep the flowers, and the answer is no.” She handed the card over to Damian.
The simple letter had apologized for his shitty behavior last night, and asked if she would k
indly forgive him by going out to dinner.
Going back to her bedroom, she changed quickly, and saw she had at least two hours to get to work. She was in the mood for walking today, and clearing her head. Exiting her room, she found Damian and Gideon at the door, saying goodbye to her friends. Moving around them, she left the apartment, shouting out a quick goodbye.
Rushing down the staircase, she burst onto the street, which wasn’t as busy. Campus was closed for the weekend, apart from the library, which was always open.
She looped her fingers through the bag on her back, and made her way in the direction of the office.
“Hey, Harper, wait up,” Damian said.
Don’t wait up.
Why not?
Ugh!
She turned toward him, and smiled. “What can I do for you?”