Page 76 of Resisting Royal

“It depends. Do you want to give me the scoop on that cutie who delivered it?”

“Does the cutie have a description?” I asked, knowing full well it could have been anyone of Royal’s men that delivered the food for me. My bet? Probably Troy. He seemed to be the go-to for all the work regarding me.

The receptionist licked her lips. “He was tall. Dark hair and eyes. He had a suit that I swear was tailored for his body; the fabric stretched across his shoulders perfectly. Definitely not something off the rack.”

Definitely was not Troy, then. “Did he say something?”

She thought about it for a few moments. “No. But he did leave a note.”

She lifted the box of food and handed me a note left on the company’s stationery. I skimmed over the neatly penned words. A simple note reminding me that the last time we had these sandwiches together, he kissed me breathlessly. I handed it back to her. “He’s most definitely taken.”

She stuck out her lip and pouted. “The good and cute ones always are.”

I reached over the counter and grabbed the bag of food, my mouth already salivating from the smell of my favorite sandwich. He already knew the way to my heart, which in case there was any confusion, was through Fernando’s sandwiches. I carried my food to the breakroom, then sat and ate alone while texting Natalie the updates from my weekend.

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