She rolled her eyes and took the paper. “When this comes back to bite you in the ass, I’m not cleaning up your mess,” she called as she leaved.
Once she was gone I closed the door and sat back down, glancing at the smiling face on the paper. Lena was gorgeous, and despite Rachel’s loving advice, I wasn’t going to give up until she was in my bed.
After all, it had been a long time since someone put up such a good fight.
Lena
There was nothing like the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. Especially when it was brewed in your own coffee maker in your own apartment. I’d finally found a place and was eager to get settled into a routine. I’d never really had one before, but I wanted to try and ground myself. I was starting to get tired of running around without any kind of plan.
I settled onto my couch, folding my legs and staring blankly at the TV. It was weird having one of those again. I’d spent a lot of time in countries where the average family didn’t have a TV. Besides, I was often too busy running around exploring to stop and watch TV. Things were going to be different now that I was back in the States.
I sipped at my coffee and picked a book up off my coffee table, thumbing through it and humming softly to myself. Soon I was so engrossed in my reading and had tuned the world out completely. It was just me and my book. So, when my phone suddenly rang I jumped, spilling my coffee all over my lap and book.
“Fuck!” I picked the book up, trying to shake the access coffee off the pages, even though I was only making it worse.
I grabbed my phone and held it to my ear, sounding more annoyed than I meant to. “Yes?”
“Bad time?” It was Miguel.
I sighed and sat the book down on the coffee table, trying to blot the liquid off the pages. “No. The phone ringing surprised me and I spilled coffee all over myself.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. What’s up?” I asked, settling back on the couch after setting my book on the windowsill to dry.
“Well, I think I got some of your mail.”
“Some of my mail? Who the hell is sending me mail? I haven’t been here for a month yet! Are they already trying to send my credit cards? I swear, some people just—“
“It’s not credit cards. It’s flowers.”
That took me by surprise. I hummed softly and cocked a brow, leaning against the wall. “Flowers? Who the hell is sending me flowers?”
“Beats me. Just thought I’d let you know.”
“There’s no name?” I asked, brows furrowing together as I tried to think of who might send my flowers.
“There’s a note, but it just says ‘looking forward to a very long, happy working relationship’.”
“Oh God.”
“What?” he asked.
“They’re from Jami.”
“Why is he sending you flowers?”
I grunted and leaned back against the couch. “Because he’s delusional and he thinks I’m going to go on a date with him or something.”
“Ahhh…Is he trying to butter you up?”
“I guess he is, but it isn’t going to work.”
“Good for you, girl. I’ll just throw these away.”
I struggled to keep my mouth shut when he said that. I didn’t want him to throw them away, if we were being honest. I wanted to see them. No one had ever sent me flowers before. I hadn’t stayed in one place long enough for someone to want to send me flowers. Most of my relationships up until this point had been one night stands. I was over with one night stands. That’s why I was avoiding my new boss at all costs, even if he was gorgeous and just my type.
“Sure.” I said, shrugging and silently hoping it might make me sound disinterested.