“I’d like to talk to you about it soon. How about Wednesday? Two o’clock at my office?”
His words catch me off guard as I was sure he wasn’t interested when he hadn’t contacted me.
“Um, yes, of course, thank you. That would be great. Um, thank you.” I stop because I’m just repeating myself now. Ipush my glasses up my nose again. A gesture that Chase tracks with his eyes. Neither of us moves. I just look at him, and his sexy silver hair. No, I can’t have thoughts like that. For a start, if I become his agent, anything like that would be against the policy of the agency. But more importantly, Chase would never be interested in a guy like me.
Silence hangs in the air for an eternity and I barely breathe. Then the spell is broken as the door opens.
“Are you done with the musty old books yet?” Petra puts her head round the door. “Oh, hello Chase, I didn’t know you were in here too.”
“I needed to quickly look at a report and Ru said it would be fine to come in here.” He turns towards Petra as she approaches us.
“It’s time for the wedding if you’re finished,” she says and takes my arm.
“Yes, of course. But what do I have to agree to for another visit?” Because no, I’m definitely not finished here.
“I’ll think of something,” she laughs, and as we pass Chase I see the hint of a smirk on his face.
CHAPTER THREE
Chase
“Thankyou for making me the luckiest man on the planet. I love you. And I promise to love you for the rest of my life.”
“And every one after this one,” Nate adds softly to Ru’s vows.
I know I’m not the only one sniffling, but I think I might be the only one actively holding back a humiliating sob.
These two are just so ridiculously perfect for each other, you can see it in how natural they look standing in front of hundreds of people and still kissing like no one’s watching.
It’s a beautiful ceremony.
It sucks that the main emotion it brings out in me is envy, but it is what it is.
As Nate and Ru walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, I stand and clap for them like everyone else. I smile and shout in congratulations.
I bury that envy and that longing so no one can possibly see it.
And when people begin walking out behind the happy couple, for a moment, my gaze collides with sweet brown eyes, and for that miniscule moment, I can’t hide.
I honestly wishI could say I’ve been nervous all day, thinking about the moment Noah’s going to walk through the frosted glass doors of my office and render me speechless with one of his smiles.
That was today’s plan.
But nothing went according to plan from the moment I woke up.
One of my investments, Rosy Cheeks, went viral. It’s an amazing company, owned by two retired sisters, which makes specialized sunscreen that has the added benefit of working as skincare.
I love it when one of my little companies goes viral.
Normally.
Today it meant spending two hours with the Norwood sisters, talking them down from a panic.
Getting over a hundred thousand orders overnight isn’t all fun and games, they actually have to deliver.
They also, suddenly, need media training.
My team is great, and they’re on it, making sure we’re doing everything we can to support their new, bigger production chain, while my PR department is putting together a plan and a packet for the press.