“Oh, my fuck, can we stop talking about—"
“How you should’ve went into mixed martial arts instead of graphic arts and marketing,” she cut my plea off.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“But you love me.” She blew me a kiss before leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling.
Following her lead, I sat back down in my chair, making sure I kept the ice on my hand. “I’m exhausted,” I admitted, staring at the ceiling.
When Aurora and company left, Jules and I rehashed the presentation numerous times, before finishing up some of the other work we needed to get done, and now we were decompressing.
“I am, too, and I know I’m not going to rest easy until they give us their final decision on Friday. I’m going to go home and eat until I’m in a food coma. What time is Bradford coming over?” Jules asked, moving her head to look at me with what looked like supreme effort.
Frowning, I grabbed my phone with my good hand, checking to see if my boyfriend, Bradford, had texted me.
“What?” Jules asked as I held my phone.
“Nothing, Bradford isn’t coming home this week. The project he’s working on needs him to stay longer in Ohio.”
“He’s making that overtime so he can buy you your dream wedding.”
“I guess, I just miss him. Wanna grab food?” I asked, picking up my ice bag to get rid of it in the bathroom.
“Sure, sushi?”
“Nope, sushi is for after we get the Aurora project deal.”
“You’re going to say salad, aren’t you?”
I threw my head back and let out my best evil villain laugh as I walked out of our office. “Follow me if you want to live longer and eat healthier.”
“I don’t want to eat healthier,” Jules mumbled, following me toward the elevator.
Chapter 3
“Sorry I couldn’t get home tonight, Rach.”
I snuggled farther under the covers with my phone propped on a pillow for Bradford to see me. “It’s fine. I know this project means a lot to you. I’m just selfish and miss you.”
Bradford smiled, showing off his dimple as he pushed his blond hair out of his face.
“You’re not selfish. I miss you, too. I’ll be home next week. I can’t wait to see you.”
“I can’t wait to see you. Today was awful.”
“Hey, Rach, I have to go. I just got a text message that they are expecting me downstairs.”
“Okay, Mr. Important.”
“Wait, why was today awful? You had your presentation with Aurora for the indie project. What happened?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. Go shmooze the people downstairs so you can hurry up and get home.”
“Ugh, why does it always have to be at night? I just want to go to sleep.”
I chuckled at his pout as he put on his shoes. “Try to have fun. I love you.”
“Love you, too. Goodnight, babe.”