6
IRIS
If I expected my work responsibilities to lessen because I need to plan an entire wedding in two weeks, I was wrong. Pretty much everything is business as usual which is exactly my problem. I’m drowning. In work. In expectations. And in a bunch of pointless questions like what color napkins I want, and which style cursive is the best for place cards.
I can’t even read cursive.
“I need you to revise this report for Yakura.” Declan stops by my desk.
“Again?” I groan. “This is the third time in six months.”
He drops a stack of pastel orange papers on my desk.
“Are you still struggling with the printer? I could show you how it works if you have a second.”
He doesn’t bother entertaining my question. “I expect to receive your notes by the end of the day.”
“Today?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nope. I’ll just fit it in between planning our wedding, picking out a dress, and going to a cake tasting tonight.” I shoot him a tense smile.
“Perfect. Have it on my desk by nine.” He walks past me and toward his private office door.
Have it on my desk by nine.I slam my fingers against the keyboard as I type out my password.
You can do this, Iris. There’s a reason you’ve lasted this long on the job.
My phone lights up with a message from Tati confirming our first dance choreography session for tomorrow afternoon.
Freaking fantastic. Is there anything else the universe wants to throw my way?
“Iris?”
An irritable breath escapes me before I have a chance to catch it. “Yes?”
Our eyes connect. The nerve endings at the back of my neck tingle. I break contact first, ending the strange feeling before it has a chance to spread.
“Thank you for everything.”
My eyes snap back to his.
Thank you for everything?!I’ve never heard Declan express any gratitude without an ounce of sarcasm.
I struggle to find the right words. My silence only adds to the strange tension building between us. Thankfully Declan ends it by entering his office and shutting the door.
I snap out of my stupor and text the only person who could help me process whatever is going on in Declan’s mind.
Me:Your brother just told me thank you.
Cal:Rowan? What for?
Me:No. DECLAN!
Cal:What did you do wrong?
Me:Nothing.