Page 71 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"No excuses, Sarah. Come and have a seat. And please, play me the jingle."

"Okay, I guess no niceties this morning."

"What would you consider a nicety?" I say as I look over at her face. She's wearing her thick black glasses again, and her hair is up in a bun. She still looks beautiful, though.

"You just want me to sing the jangle?" She says.

"The jangle, the jingle, whatever you want to call it. I just hope it sounds good." I say, leaning back in my chair. She takes a deep breath and grabs her phone. "Now's not the time for texting, Sarah."

"I'm not about to text. I recorded a melody to go with the song." She says. "It's not like I could bring my keyboard in with me."

“Touche," I say, nodding. "Play it."

"Well, that's what I was about to do."

“Good," I say. She just stares at me for a couple of seconds and mumbles something under her breath. "What did you say?" I lean forward, crossing my arms.

"Nothing." She says batting her eyelashes at me and glaring.

"No, tell me what you said."

"I said that I can't believe that I slept with you. That you're a douche bag, and a jackass, and I don't appreciate the way that you-"

"The way that I what?" I say, raising a single eyebrow at her.

"Nothing." She says as her fingers touch the screen of her phone. "I found the music if you're ready."

"I've been ready,” I say. "I've been waiting."

"I was only five minutes late. Please don't try and act like I was five hours late."

"You would keep me waiting five hours if you knew it wouldn't get you fired."

"No, I wouldn't." She says, though she smiles slightly and I know that's a lie.

My heart twitches for a second, but I ignore it. "I'm waiting."

"Fine." She says, and presses a button on her phone and closes her eyes. I study her for a couple of seconds as the melody plays. It's upbeat and fun, and I can already tell that it's going to be amazing. I don't know why she doesn't want to look at me as she sings, but there's something about observing her in her element that makes my heart soar just a little bit.

"You want to be a royal?" She sings. "You want to be a royal? Light up the lights, light up your life. Light up your every fantasy. Because if you want to be a royal, get Royal Lights. If you want to be a royal, get Royal Lights. If you want to, you want to, you want to be a royal, get Lord Chamber's Lights."

She pauses. Her eyes fly open and she looks at me. She looks apprehensive, and there's silence in the room as I just stare at her.

"Is that it?" I say.

"Yeah. You don't like it." She scrunches her nose. "I'm sorry. I thought it-"

"It's good," I say, smiling at her, "I think it's really good. I think Lord Chambers will love it."

"You think so?" Her eyes widen, and she looks happy. Happier than I've ever seen her before, and I wish she was smiling that way because of something she felt for me.

I ignore the thought immediately.

"It's good. You may or may not have some skill of a songwriter." I say, laughing. "You're a good copywriter."

"I guess that's why I work in copywriting." She says, laughing.

"You could be a singer as well. You have a beautiful voice."

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