Page 19 of My Hottest Obsession

“Well, you fascinate me. You’re so bold, so full of life. It’s addicting.”

I’m not sure what to say back to that, so I pretend to take another drink.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“You know most of it,” I hedge.

“I doubt that. There’s so much that I don’t know about you. What do you like for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and bacon. Every now and then, a breakfast sandwich.”

“Noted,” he says, and I smile to myself.

“What about you? Let me guess, with that body; I’m thinking egg whites.”

“Hardly. Usually, I’m rushing out the door so I just grab a yogurt or piece of toast, something fast. If I have the time, then I want it all. Eggs, scrambled and whole,” he adds. “Plus pancakes, bacon, hashbrowns, fruit. All of it.”

“Sounds good.”

“It is, though it rarely happens.”

“Not a morning person?” I guess.

“Not really. Or I wasn’t. When you started working for me, though, I started looking forward to the mornings.”

“You’re good,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.

“It wasn’t a line.”

His dark blue eyes hold mine, and I believe him. His face is open and honest. He really means it.

“Adrien,” I whisper, and he swallows hard.

Marissa interrupts me, and I’m grateful that I didn’t have the chance to blurt out that I love seeing him every day too. She sets the food down, and I focus on all the dishes instead of the tempting man across the table from me.

“What looks good?” He asks me once she’s gone, and I look up, meeting his gaze once more.

You, I want to say, but I bite my tongue.

“All of it, but I think I’ll start with this.”

I grab my fork and take a bite of the closest dish as I try to pull myself together.

This is your first date. Keep it cool!

I try to heed that warning as we both start to eat. I need to make it through this dinner and then go home and write in my diary. She’ll be able to help me untangle my messy thoughts and figure out what the hell I should do next with my boss.

I hope anyway.

EIGHT

Adrien

I’m anxiously lookingout the window for any sign of Goldie as my driver steers us toward the building. There’s still no sign of her, and I sigh as I lean back in my seat.

Last night was amazing. For the first time since I met Goldie, she let her walls down. It was only a little bit, and only briefly, but still. It’s a good sign. A really good sign.

I fell in love with her even more yesterday when I got a glimpse of the true her. The real one that she doesn’t let anyone else see.

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