Jules let out a long sigh and dropped her head on her desk. “I am nervous, which is stupid because I’m never nervous.”
“You know you don’t have to go through with it, right?”
She lifted her head to roll her eyes at me, and it was well deserved. Of course she knew that. “Stop, I just wanted to reiterate what I know you already know.”
“I’m also pissed we haven’t heard anything from the Aurora project yet. They said they would have their decision by Friday, and hello, it’s Friday.” She tapped her red-lacquered nail on the calendar behind her.
Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes, just as annoyed as she was. It was the end of the day, and I’d been habitually refreshing my email and checking my phone to see if they’d responded.
Chapter 4
The elevator door dinged, making both of our heads snap toward the sound.
“I was wondering if Loverboy Bradford was going to forget your flowers. It’s late even for him.”
Smiling, I grabbed the tip for the delivery person and headed out into the lobby. Bradford had been sending me flowers every Friday since we’d started dating.
“I just assumed he would bring them over tonight when he gets home,” I told her over my shoulder.
“When he dicks you down,” Jules called out just as I made eye contact with Mr. Easton himself.
“What kinda flowers did Mr. Big Dick send you this time?” Jules walked out, stuffing her makeup in her bag.
“Jules,” I hissed.
She continued rummaging through her purse, not paying attention.
Jules looked up, picking up on my panic way too late. “Oh, shit. I mean, hello, Easton.”
For some odd reason I couldn’t stop calling him Mr. Easton, Easton just seemed too informal.
Mr. Easton frowned, his green eyes snapping with emotion. He cleared his throat, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob under the five o’clock shadow.
What the hell is wrong with me? Bradford needs to get his ass home before my vagina spontaneously combusts.
“Sorry to show up so late in the day.” His voice was deep and raspy; his eyes bounced all around, not landing on my face for more than half a second.
“It’s no problem. We just assumed you forgot about us,” Jules snarked, sidling next to me, our shoulders touching.
Annoyance flashed over his face, and I had the strangest feeling he wanted to roll his eyes, but that would be unsophisticated for the perfect Mr. Easton.
“Yes, well, I wanted to come in person and congratulate you on getting the account.”
Jules jolted next to me, but I knew my best friend, and she had the best poker face when it came to this stuff.
“Thank you for coming over and telling us,” Jules had her best professional voice on.
“Yes, thank you.” I, on the other hand, could not keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
Jules nudged me with her shoulder harder than I thought was necessary.
Mr. Easton arched his imperial eyebrow at our antics. “Is there something you’d like to say, Miss…”
“Rachel, just call me Rachel, and yes, I do have something to say.”
“No, no she doesn’t. She has low blood sugar. She needs to eat. Don’t you, Rachel?” Jules looked at me, her brown eyes wide as she tried to convey that I needed to shut the hell up.
“Please, say what you want, because I have some things I’d like to get off my chest as well.”