Friend Zoned: A friends to lovers romance by Evelyn Sola

Author:Evelyn Sola [Sola, Evelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

Jeannie

“You have a delivery,” Layla says, sticking her head in my office. She moves to the side, and an older gentleman wheels a cart into the small space.

“Oh my God,” I say when I see several bouquets of roses. I count six, all different colors. The man leaves the cart, tips his hat, and disappears out of my office. I stand and grab the card from the red bouquet.

Jeannie,

You know what red roses mean. I’m going to show you tonight. Happy Valentine’s Day. Aid.

I fan my face to keep my tears at bay and snatch the card from the yellow bouquet.

Jeannie,

Do you know that yellow roses mean friendship? I had no idea until today. To my bestie on our first Valentine’s Day together. Aid.

There’s a pink bouquet, and all that card says is, ‘These are pretty just like you.’ He signs the card with a heart.

“You know he’s in love with you, right?” Layla says. I had forgotten she was there. I ignore her and smell each bouquet. “You know that, right? This is just like Pretty Woman,” she sighs. “Except you’re not a prostitute.” I roll my eyes at her. “And you’re black.”

Still ignoring Layla, I grab my phone to call Aiden, but I remember he’s in meetings for the next two hours.

“Can I have this one?” Layla grabs the vase with peach-colored roses, and I snatch it from her. When she frowns, I take one flower and hand it to her.

We were supposed to spend last night together, but his flight home got canceled due to an ice storm in Milwaukee. He got home this morning after I had left for work. There’s an at home game tonight, but he’s picking me up right after so we can go dancing. That’s still hours away, and all I want is to be with him right now.

I take the red and yellow bouquets and put them on my desk, grinning the entire time. While I figure out where to put the others, there’s a knock on my door, and Quintin walks in without being invited. Refusing to let him ruin my good mood, I decide to ignore him and continue arranging my roses. Layla elbows me in the ribs then leans against the wall.

“I’m looking for Eve,” he says. The words die in his throat when he looks around my office. He glances at the roses and then back at me as if he’s expecting me to offer an explanation.

“Do I look like Eve to you, Quintin? She’s at lunch. Make an appointment next time.”

His nostrils flare and he walks further into my office.

“Did a guest send these?”

I arch an eyebrow and don’t respond.

“Nope,” Layla says. I narrow my eyes at her, but all she does is grin while she rubs her hands together.

“Your mom must have sent them then.” Quintin’s arrogance started to annoy me as soon as I was mature enough to realize that it wasn’t confidence. He’s an insecure little weasel.

“Have you ever known my mother to send me flowers, Quintin?” My mother is not the type who would spend money on sending roses.

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