Page 2 of Dear Billionaire Boss
When they are all done confessing their reasons why they can’t move on to find a guy, their gazes turn to me.
“Spill it, Maren,” Willa says to me, lifting her eyebrow like she knows something.
“Spill what?”
“Don’t pretend that you aren’t in the same situation as the rest of us.”
I bite my lip. She’s not wrong, but I’m not sure how she found out about my crush on my boss. He may be an egotistical jackass, but there is something about him that I can’t put my finger on. Like there is something he’s hiding from the world, and I catch little glimpses of it here and there. I don’t think he’s really the guy that he wants the world to think he is. But I can’t help but wonder if it’s not just me projecting what I want him to be, instead of seeing him for who he really is.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “I work a lot of hours and that limits my chance to meet someone.”
“I call bullshit.” Willa shakes her head. “When I stopped by your office last week to pick up your keys when I got locked out of the house, I saw the way you acted around him.”
“Really?” Cassidy smiles.
“Did she do that thing with her hair?” Lucy asks.
Willa nods. “Yep!”
“What thing with my hair?” I ask.
They all laugh, each of them in on the joke but me.
“You do this thing where you tuck your hair behind your ear and let your fingertips graze slowly down your neck to your collarbone,” Lucy explains.
“I’ve seen you do it since freshman year,” Cassidy adds.
“So?” Willa asks.
“Fine,” I hang my head. “I may have some slight feelings for my boss.”
“Was that so hard?”
I glare at Willa, but she just smiles and gives me a quick wink.
“So, what are we saying here?” I stand up from the sofa and turn to look at each of my best friends. “Are we all going sit here every Friday night, lusting after our secret crushes until we are old spinsters?”
“What are you suggesting?” Cassidy asks.
“We’ve got to tell the guys in our lives how we feel so we can move on. We can’t keep holding onto a hope that they might one day wake up and see us differently. There are guys out there waiting for us.” I point out the window towards the city skyline. “And we are too busy hiding behind our unrequited love to go out and meet them.”
“How are we supposed to tell them?” Lucy asks, her cheeks flushing. “I can barely get the courage to speak complete sentences around him, let alone admit how I feel.”
I look around the room for some sort of inspiration. My gaze narrows in on the stationary set my grandmother got me for Christmas that I have yet to open. She and I got into an argument over Thanksgiving about the lost art of writing letters as opposed to a text or an email. Her punishment gift might just be the answer to all of our problems.
“Here,” I run over and grab the box off the shelf. “We will each write out a letter. We don’t have to send them, but maybe, by putting down on paper how we feel, we can finally move on and meet someone new.”
“It’s not the craziest idea you’ve ever had,” Willa says.
Cassidy shrugs. “I don’t see why it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”
We all turn to Lucy. She has a look of determination on her face that we don’t normally see on her timid face.
“Are you in, Lucy?” I ask.
A smile spreads across her face. “Let’s do it.”
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