Part 4 (1/2)
I heave a long sigh. ”I don't know.”
”You have to give him credit for trying to woo you. Even if his attempt is a bit like a junior high student.”
I glance down at the flower. ”It is kind of sweet.”
”In some ways Leo is like a kid in a grown man's body.”
I laugh. ”He kind of is, isn't he?”
When Harper places a hand on my shoulder I try not to flinch. Her expression has turned serious. ”You know you can just go on a date and have fun. It doesn't mean you have to sleep with him.”
”We probably wouldn't be doing much sleeping, but I get your point. It's been so long since I've gone on a date and not f.u.c.ked the guy I honestly don't remember what that's like.”
”It might be good for you to go out and have a good time. Just be sure to say goodnight at the end of the date. And mean it.”
”I'll think about it,” I tell her, although my mind is just about made up.
”Okay,” I whisper to Leo when I see him at breakfast.
He's devouring a grapefruit when I sit down next to him at the kitchen table.
When he glances over at me he's got a huge smile plastered on his face. ”You got my note?”
”Where did you find a pencil?”
He laughs. ”There are these tiny a.s.s pencils scattered all over the guest house. They're like pencils for dwarfs or something.”
”Are they golf pencils?” I suggest.
He frowns. ”What do golfers do with tiny pencils?”
”They use them to write down their scores on their scorecards. You've never golfed?”
”Do I look like a guy who plays golf?”
I can't help but laugh. ”Not at all.”
”I think Nic's tried it. Celebrity tournaments. s.h.i.+t like that.”
I clear my throat. ”So what do you have in mind? For our date?”
”I'll take you to dinner. One of those fancy places in downtown Scottsdale. How does that sound?”
”Expensive,” I admit.
As he moves in close I get a whiff of his scent. Sandalwood and citrus. I get tingly all over. ”I'd pay anything to see you in one of your tight, little black dresses again.” Then he whispers in my ear. ”And even more to get you out of it.”
My entire body heats at the thought of Leo hiking up one of my little back dresses and slipping inside of me. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it.
”How about tomorrow night?” His breath tickles my neck and makes me s.h.i.+ver.
When I try to reply I realize my throat has completely tightened. So I just nod.
”See you then, Wild Child.”
As he gets up from the table I can't help but notice the erection that's straining the fly of his jeans.
It takes me a moment to realize I'm licking my lips like a hungry animal. It's just a date. I remind myself. It doesn't mean I have to f.u.c.k him.
But oh, how I want to...
”I'm nervous,” I admit as I plop down in the office chair next to Harper's.
”I know you've never worked in an office before, but I have confidence that you'll handle everything just fine.”
I laugh. Harper is so cute. She thinks I'm nervous about working for her. ”The date,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes. ”Of course. How could I think that there would be anything but Leo on your mind?”
”You're the one who urged me to go out with him.”
She nods. ”You're right. But can you try to focus on Chatter for the next few hours, at least until I go through your training.”
”Sure,” I tell her. ”No problem.
She narrows her gaze at me. Neither one of us actually believes the c.r.a.p I'm spewing, but we'll both pretend that I'm going to at least try to be a halfway decent employee.
When we take her computer out of hibernation the first thing that pops up is a website of wedding dresses.
”Research for Chatter?” I ask even though we both know she's been looking at dresses for herself.
”Don't say anything to Nic,” she warns. ”I don't want him to get his hopes up.”
”My lips are sealed.” I pantomime zipping my lips.
She slams on a few b.u.t.tons on her keyboard until the wedding dress website is replaced with the website for her online entertainment magazine.
”One of your major responsibilities will be to monitor all of the comments we get on the Chatter website and our Facebook page, and keep up with our Twitter and Instagram accounts. You'll be the face of Chatter across social media platforms. Do you think you can handle that?”
I nod, but my attention is already wandering to thoughts about Leo and being in his bed again. Do I have no self-control?
Apparently not when it comes to Leo.
On the plus side my booze cravings seem to be less intense. Between a s.e.x addiction and a booze addiction I think a s.e.x addiction is less dangerous. Before rehab booze and s.e.x always seemed to be linked.
”Brooke!” When Harper raises her voice I realize I completely s.p.a.ced out on her training session.