Page 45 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“What about you?” Poppy asks me, sitting back up in her chair.

“Just the usual. Netflix and chill with my roommates.”

Dalton smiles. “Hey, that sounds pretty good too.”

“Definitely. But I expect a full debrief about your date on Monday.”

Poppy mumbles her agreement too. But her eyes are on her computer screen. “Hey, did you just get the email about a team building workshop happening upstairs right now?”

Dalton grumbles and turns around. I swivel in my chair and open my email to find I've got it too.

“Another afternoon with awkward icebreaker questions,” Dalton says.

I giggle, knowing exactly what he means, but for me, it’ll be good to meet everyone since I’m still new.

“But we might be able to find out everyone's spirit animal or most embarrassing childhood memory.”

I laugh.

“But seriously, these things are a bit of a drag, aren't they?” Poppy murmurs.

“You know what will get us through it?” Dalton perks up, rising from his chair.

“The coffee machine on the top floor.” Poppy stands and walks toward the door, pausing at my desk. “And donuts.”

“That sounds good.” I smile as I pack up my desk.

“What on earth happened to your hands?” Poppy gasps at me as she leans over my desk.

I look at my healing knuckles, remembering the date Jeremy organized. I hold my hands out and stare at them. They look better than they did that night. I busted them open.

“Shit,” Dalton says, coming to stand beside Poppy.

I giggle. “I’m fine.”

It’s what I had to tell Jeremy too who insisted I have a doctor look at them post session.

“Looks like you were in a fight,” Poppy hisses. Her face is tight and disapproving.

“I was, but in a professional way. For a date.” I lower my hands to my lap.

“You're telling me you went on a date and he organized this?” Poppy asks aghast. Unable to believe what she’s hearing.

“Yep,” I say proudly.

I know it’s strange to others, but to me, it was perfect.

“He organized a celebrity trainer and had boxing gloves made with my initials engraved on them.”

“That doesn’t make this any better,” she mumbles.

“You need to come to the gym with me and try it,” I say.

Poppy snorts. “You’ll never catch me boxing.”

“Come on,” I beg.

She shakes her head and pushes her bag higher up on her shoulder.

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