Page 14 of Losing Ansley

"Hey, man. Have you talked to Ansley lately?" I bite my cheek and lean against the hood of my car. I've talked to her, had my fingers in her, and had my dick in her.

"Yeah. Yesterday at work." I lie. He huffs.

"She's not answering any of my calls. I sent her a text earlier and haven't heard from her either." I lean against my car.

"She mentioned she had a date," I say and run my hands through my hair.

"Oh, alright. I wanted to give her some information." I hear the noise again, and I squint my eyes.

"Where are you?" I ask.

"I walked to a restaurant close to the apartment to get some food. It's a Saturday night, so it's crazy busy." He tells me. I push away from my car and walk to my door, climbing inside it.

"Be careful there. Crime rates are high in that city." Dylan scoffs.

"Yeah, whatever. Just because you're one day older doesn't mean you have to act like it." I roll my eyes at his predictable statement.

"Do you like your apartment?" I put my car in drive and pull out of the parking lot.

"Yeah. And it's big enough for Ansley too." I almost slam on my brakes at that comment.

"What do you mean?" I ask cautiously.

"I have to go. Ansley's calling me back. I'll call you later." Before I can say anything, he's hanging up, and I scowl, throwing my phone in the passenger seat. Is Ansley leaving? Or did he mean for her to come to visit? She's only been at my house for a week, but I can't help but worry about the thought of her moving out. Her moving to another state. Out of the question.

ANSLEY AVOIDS ME, and she does it well, considering we live and work together. She's pissed about the bonus I gave her, Liv, and Caroline. When I tried to provide her with more money before, she wouldn't accept it because she said she didn't want to be treated any differently. So, I gave it to all three of them, and they each deserved it. I'm not an easy man to work for, and they've worked hard on this app launch.

I've tried calling Dylan several times this week, but with his crazy job, he hasn't been able to talk much. We've been able to text a few times, but that's it. It's been a crazy week at work with the app launching, so it's kept my mind busy from wondering if Ansley is leaving. I've noticed she has yet to unpack any of her things except for some clothes she's hung up.

Thursday is complete chaos. Liv is trying to find a bug in the app. Ansley is recording some last-minute demos, and Caroline is sending out emails and staying on top of our social media platforms. The few times I've seen Ansley this week, I've teased her, asking if she would download the app. Usually, that's met with a scowl and her walking away, mumbling something about I'd show up on any dates. She's not wrong.

I'm helping an intern when I catch Ansley's eye across the office and smirk at her. She scowls and turns her back to me, talking to Caroline. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the intern.

"What?!?" I hear Caroline screech. My head jerks up as Ansley grabs her hand and pulls her toward her office. My eyes narrow as I watch them, but I can't focus on them for too long because my attention is drawn in many different directions.

I work late, and I'm surprised Ansley lingers longer than anyone else. Instead of seeking her out, I give her the space she's been desperate for this week. When she sticks her head in my door, I'm surprised.

"Hey. I'm leaving." She tells me. I glance up at her and lean back in my chair.

"Okay. I won't be much longer." I tell her, and she looks disappointed.

"What is it?" I ask her, and she steps further into my office. She's wearing tight black slacks and a black blouse tucked into it with snake skin heels, and her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. She's fucking gorgeous.

"I wanted to cook you dinner so we could celebrate." She admits, and I smile. I lean forward, shut my computer down, and turn my desk lamp off. I stand and walk to her.

"That sounds great." She glances from my face back to my desk.

"Just like that." She murmurs. I walk closer to her and wrap my hand around her neck, pulling her to me and holding her for a few seconds before pulling back and answering.

"Yeah. Just like that." I rub my thumb over her bottom lip, imagining what it would feel like to kiss her.

"If you ever want anything from me, all you have to do is ask. I'll give you the fucking moon, sweetheart." She stares at me and swallows. She opens her mouth like she's about to say something but closes it again. Sighing, she grabs my hand.

"Well, come on. I have champagne chilling and steak ready to be cooked." I smirk and let her pull me to the elevator. I want to ask her about Dylan and Atlanta but decide to leave it alone. We're having a moment, and I want to enjoy it.

CHAPTER SIX

ANSLEY

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