Page 49 of Anything To Be With You

I go to say something but think better of it. It has been a while.

"Let him act out all the dirty fantasies he clearly has stacking up in his spank bank." Erin says.

"One: thanks for putting that in my head, now I’m going to be weirded out at work thinking about him having a spank bank and two: what if he fires me?" I counter.

"Take him to the labour board for wrongful dismissal and for being a fucking dick. Who the hell fucks and chucks anymore, anyways. It’s all about ghosting now. Which I guess is the same thing? I don’t understand dating terms anymore."

I flop back on my bed. I’m still within my probation period and he can fire me without explanation. But I also don’t want to be added to his list of PA’s that he’s canned. I need to stop talking to Erin about my men problems. All her ideas involve sex.

The doorbell rings. "Hold on Erin. Someone is here."

"Maybe it’s that sexy boss of yours, here to check your oil with his dipstick."

"Oh my God! Would you shut up." I laugh as I walk downstairs and answer the door. "Can I help you?" I ask the delivery guy.

"Daniella Carter?"

"That’s me."

He shoves a stunning bouquet of flowers at me. "Uh, thanks?"

He nods and walks back to his truck. I shut the door and search for the card.

"Who was it?" Erin asks.

I find the card and open it. "Oh. My. God." I put the flowers on the kitchen table and back away from them like they’re going to explode.

"What! Tell me!" Erin yells.

"Archer sent me flowers."

Erin screams into the phone. "What kind? Roses? That means he loooooves you."

"He sent Lilies and Orchids."

Erin sighs dreamily. "What does the card say?"

"It says 'I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable yesterday, Luke.'" I answer.

"Ew. Gross. You would think he’d put something better on the card. Like 'hey beautiful, I'm dying to show you what I've been thinking about.'"

I stare at the flowers. "That’s uh, really specific."

"You know me. Always the romantic," Erin sings.

"Dork." I giggle.

"I’m your dork and don’t you forget it."

I rummage around the kitchen, looking for a vase.

"Are you going to call him?" Erin questions.

"And say what exactly?" I ask.

"Uh, thank you for the flowers for one. And two, tell him how you feel." Erin answers.

I finally find a vase, packed away under the sink. I clean it and fill it with water before cutting the ends off the stems and placing them in. "They are beautiful, but don’t you think it’s a little creepy? I mean he tells me he thinks about doing dirty things to me then sends me flowers."

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