Page 2 of Her Every Fantasy

Look forward to hearing from you.

Best,

Savannah

Anger blazed in my chest. Singeing. Devastating. So this was how she was going to play it? Act as if nothing had happened? As if we’d simply...fallen out of touch and she was initiating a reconnection while she had a few minutes to spare in her busy day?

Well, I could do cool and impersonal. Hell, I was a master at it.

I yanked my laptop closer and stabbed the keyboard with more force than was necessary.

Savvie,

No, scratch that. Best keep things formal.

Savannah,

It is a surprise. You’ll have to remind me how long it’s been if we meet in the future.

Sadly, my schedule is atrociously tight, so these days I delegate requests like yours to my commercial leasing team. I’ve passed your request on to them—see cc above. They’ll be in touch at some point, I expect.

Good luck with your launch, wherever that may be.

Bryce Mortimer

I hit ‘send’ with one last smug little stab at the button and lounged back in my seat.

An hour later my glee had turned to ash. The button I’d clicked to let me know she’d read my reply had been activated almost immediately.

She’d seen my email. Most likely read it.

Anticipation had risen like an unstoppable tide inside me, only to crash back as the seconds tickedby without a further response. What did I expect? Contrition? Hell, an apology? A plea for me to grant her wish for old times’ sake despite my rightful disappointment in her?

Delusion soured my mouth.

We were both equally successful in our chosen fields. Why would she need a helping hand from me when she could reduce grown men into drooling schoolboys with a flick of her long, seductive eyelashes?

Another sensation stabbed, this time the acrid jealousy I thought was long in my past.

Fuck it. I rose from my desk, determined to put greater distance between me and my laptop before I did something foolish—like fruitlessly click ‘refresh’ on my email. The ping of an incoming message arrested my movement.

Bryce,

Sorry for taking up your precious time. But thank you for the good wishes and for passing me on to your team. I’ve emailed them directly.

Excuse me for saying this, and perhaps it’s just in my imagination, but you sound...cold and distant.

But...whatever. I’m around from tomorrow until the launch date in a little over a month’s time.

I would like to see you again, Bryce, but I understand if your super-tight schedule doesn’t allow it. On the off-chance you haven’t turned into a robot and still like a good steak I’d love to buy you lunch.

Let me know.

Best wishes,

Savvie

PS Since you seem to need reminding, it’s been three years and four months since we last saw each other. Your memory used to be sharper than this. Guess some things do change!

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