Page 142 of The One
I’d rather sleep with you than without you.
Rhett
God, I fucking love you.
I’ll go into work late tomorrow. Maybe we could hit up the track for a walk and go to breakfast?
Me
I would love that.
And I love you.
Me
I miss you already.
Rhett
Going into work late and having my mornings with you is something I could really get used to.
Me
I still can’t believe I didn’t hear you come in.
Rhett
I tried to be quiet.
Me
You were mouse quiet. But to be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t wake me up …
Rhett
We both know I wanted nothing more. But I’m trying to be a good boy, Lainey. Truth, that’s become so hard and almost impossible.
Me
I didn’t ask you to be a good boy, Rhett.
Rhett
You told me you wanted to fall. You’re going to fucking fall.
Me
Rhett, I already am.
I got off the elevator on the executive-level floor of the Cole and Spade Hotels. My mind was blown by the grandness of the high-rise and the amount of people working here and how professional it all was. Rhett had described the company on several occasions, but seeing it with my own eyes was an entirely different experience.
I approached the receptionist’s desk and said, “You must be Trista.” I stuck out my hand and smiled. “I’m Lainey.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Lainey.” She stood and shook my hand.
“I appreciate you taking my call and helping me with this. Iceland is keeping Rhett pretty busy, so I didn’t even know where to start.”
“Oh, please, it’s my pleasure.” She straightened the bottom of her blazer. “You’re right, the project has certainly kept him busy, but I’ve carved out an hour for you without him knowing. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I couldn’t keep his office free. It seems Rowan and Ridge are in there now with him.” She lifted the receiver of her phone. “Should I call him and make some kind of excuse to get him alone?”
