Page 70 of His Virgin Romance Series

RACHEL

“He did what?” Marta asked in disbelief.

“He told me he loved me,” I said. “In a text.”

She laughed. “Men are so clueless sometimes. How did he explain it?”

“He said that he felt it so strongly in the moment that he wanted me to know immediately and didn’t want to wait to tell me.”

“Hmm…as reasons go, that’s a pretty decent one,” Marta said thoughtfully. “In fact, some would say it’s downright romantic.”

“Do you fall into that category?” I asked, amused at the expression on her face.

“Possibly.” She nodded. “I’m a sucker for all that romantic stuff. What did you say? Did you reply to the text?”

“I didn’t reply him back if that’s what you mean,” I said. “I called.”

“To say…”

“To yell at him, first of all,” I laughed. “But also to tell him that I loved him, too.”

“Aww,” she said, with a little twinkle in her eye.

“Stop it,” I laughed.

“When are you seeing him?”

“Tonight, hopefully,” I said. “I thought I might sneak out of here a little early and wait for him at his apartment.”

“Naked?”

“Marta!” I exclaimed.

“What?” she said. “It’s a good way to greet a man who’s just professed his love for you.”

“I don’t know if I have the guts.”

“Find the guts,” she encouraged. “He’s fallen in love with you, remember? That means something.”

I smiled, amazed at how wonderfully this day had turned out. After I had hung up with Jared, I had been so wired that I’d actually set up a meeting with one of the administrators that handled the education course division of the company. She had agreed to meet with me at five o’clock to answer my questions.

With everything going on in my head, I wasn’t very productive at work, and at five to five, I packed my bag up and prepared to get to the third floor where Miriam Tanner’s office was located.

“I’m proud of you, taking the first steps towards self-improvement,” Marta said. “Wonder where you got all this confidence from suddenly?”

I smiled. “I can’t possibly say.”

“I can,” she said. “And he has a name.”

“See you tomorrow, Marta,” I laughed.

“Good luck, honey,” she replied, waving me off.

I headed into the meeting with Miriam, who turned out to be a portly woman in her mid-forties. She had bright red hair and piercing blue eyes that looked ten years younger than the rest of her face. She was pleasant and patient, and in twenty minutes, all my questions were answered, and I was starting to look forward to the possibility of signing up for a few business courses soon.

“If you’re interested in business management, you’ll have to wait another five months to sign up for the next course. The current was started up weeks ago and it might be too much for you to catch up on,” Miriam told me. “There are two other courses coming up though; economics and industry starts in seven weeks and ergonomics starts in three.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I nodded. “Thank you so much, Miriam.”

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