Fake It For Me by Bishop K. M

Author:Bishop, K. M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Sandy

I couldn’t lie; despite telling Nick that I couldn’t keep putting work to one side in favor of him, I was feeling a certain level of excitement to see him that lunchtime. So much so that I could barely concentrate on my work.

I got up from my desk to refill my coffee mug almost twice as frequently as normal, mainly to calm my nerves with caffeine, but also because the brief reprieve from the monotonous nine-to-five gave me another option to cast my mind forward and anticipate what was to happen later in the day. Drinking twice as much coffee, of course, meant I took twice as many restroom breaks.

I thought it was a little weird to be thinking about someone while on the toilet, but what the hell.

When twelve noon came rolling around, however, Nick was absent, which left me feeling inexplicably down. However, I soon perked up when one of the office interns came walking around to my desk, holding a big parcel in her arms. “Sandy,” she said. “Someone left this for you at reception. A courier, I think.”

I instantly knew it was from Nick. I smiled to myself. “Is there a note?”

“Funnily enough, there was,” the intern said, not sounding as interested as her words would suggest. She handed me a folded pink slip.

I unfolded the slip to see what was very definitely Nick’s handwriting.

Sorry I couldn’t make it. Busy. Sent you a present, open it when you’re alone.

P.S I hope I got your measurements right.

When I’d first seen the package, I was, maybe, 50% sure that it was a dress. Now, however, I was 100% sure. And billionaire-Nick sending me a dress didn’t do any favors for the nerves I had in anticipation of tonight, nor did it help me concentrate on the immense workload that I had piled up on my plate.

That day was one of the longest working days I remember having in living memory. Work always seems to slow down time when all you’re waiting for is five o’ clock to hurry up and get here. Finally, agonizingly, the hour came around. At five minutes to five, I was at my desk, zipping up my jacket, ready to fly out of the door as soon as the minute hand hit the ‘12’.

As soon as the clocks struck five, I was gone. I seriously doubt whether my feet actually touched the office floor on my way out. As soon as I cleared the lobby out into the street, I dug out my cellphone and called the first name in my contacts list. Abby, of course. Once she’d picked up the phone, I opened my mouth up and let fly a long explanation, bringing her up to speed on the latest developments of the past few days.

“You’re having dinner with his dad?!” Abby exclaimed.

“I know, I know!” I squealed right back. “This whole thing is spinning out of control!”

“You know you can’t back out now, right?” Abby asked. “You missed the chance to do that as soon as you guys made that huge, bullshit, phony proposal!”

I rolled my eyes.

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