Betting On It by Violet Blake

Author:Violet Blake [Blake, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Betting On It, Violet Blake, new adult, romance, contemporary romance, friends to lovers, bet, brewery, beer, Colorado, Fort Collins, summer, Fourth of July, erotic romance, erotica, best friend's older brother
Publisher: Violet Blake
Published: 2014-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

By Tuesday I’d checked my phone for a text or email from him more times than were possible to count. Wednesday I checked the online newspaper for reports of John Does. Thursday I hadn’t heard from Jessica that anything was amiss, which lead to a conclusion: Sawyer was avoiding me.

My head was still firmly wedged in my ass. Fear was an awful, destructive thing, and its effects had become debilitating.

This was so stupid, to keep waiting for him to call. Why was I the one who had to sit around, waiting for an explanation, some sort of confirmation that everything was okay? Why did I have to wait for him? Why couldn’t I walk my ass down to his office on my lunch break and tell him how I felt?

Yeah. Why the hell not?

Besides, wasn’t the whole point of the bet to stop being such a weenie and go after what I wanted? Now. That didn’t mean I knew exactly what it was I wanted where Sawyer was concerned. Friends with benefits was fine. Great. But aside from all of that? I knew one thing: I had to know that he was all right.

So. At noon I bade good-bye and Godspeed to my coworkers and ventured off for my biggest journey yet. Suck it, Bilbo Baggins.

Standing at the entrance to the brewery, I hesitated only a little. I could do this, damn it.

I pushed through the door, put on my best daughter-of-a-powerful-politician swagger. For once I was glad I’d opted for heels, and the all-black suit just worked. Yay for serendipity.

The receptionist shifted her attention from her monitor. Although she smiled, I could tell I’d interrupted something important. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Sawyer Callahan,” I said.

She checked her screen, maintaining cool, courteous professionalism, even though I figured a snowball would have a better chance in Hell than I’d have getting a few minutes of his time. “I don’t see that he has any appointments. What is your name, please?”

“Blair Bartlett.” I said it as if I were as significant as Obi Wan. Or even Darth Vader.

“From?”

She probably thought I was a solicitor. Awesome. I lowered my voice and leaned in a bit closer. “We’re sort of…dating.”

“Ah.” Surprise barely registered on her face, but she picked up the phone, never letting her eyes stray from mine. “Hi, Mr. Callahan. I have Blair Bartlett here for you. Sure. I’ll send her right up.”

She hung up the phone and stood. “Come with me.”

Okay. Enough with the friendly stuff. Time to put Badass Blair back on. I held my head high and followed her, each step I took freaking me out a little more. But I was here, and I had shit to say.

We took an elevator up to the third floor, which held the executive offices. On the walls hung pictures of the brewery since its inception more than 100 years ago. Finally, we stopped outside one of the offices and she knocked.

“Come in,” Sawyer called.

Shit. Deep breaths. Don’t trip.

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