Page 43 of Wildest Dreams

Someone sweet. Someone who cares about me. Someone who is trying desperately to get my attention after I’ve been a complete flake and ignored him all week.

I reach for the card.

I hope you’re having a wonderful week. I miss you and hope to see you again soon. -P

My walls come down again. I want to see him too. I can’t fight it anymore.

I pull out my phone and take panoramic pictures of the lobby and my office, showing the garden of flowers, and send them to Patsy.

WTF.She responds.I told him to send SOME flowers. Not ALL the flowers.

You talked to him?I ask.

Yeah, I saw him at the movie set. You got that boy all kinds of wound up.

What did he say?

That he misses you and he wanted to know if I thought he should reach out again. I didn’t think he’d be that dramatic.

He’s an actor. That’s his job.

Touché. Gotta get back to filming. We aren’t supposed to have our phones out.

I “like” her last message and sit in her chair. What am I going to do with all these flowers?

I spend the next half hour hauling some of the bouquets up the stairs to my apartment. I thought if I spread them out it wouldn’t look as overwhelming, but I was wrong. It’s almost like they multiplied.

Five o’clock rolls around, so I shut down my computer, lock up the office, and go up to my room. I haven’t texted Pierre yet, mostly because I don’t know what to say. It was ugly of me to ignore him all week and I feel awful, but his stunt with the flowers worked. I want to see him.

I collapse on my bed and look at the pink and yellow roses on my nightstand. He really is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. My dating and relationship experience is limited to one person, Tucker, who not once in ten years sent me flowers. The prom corsages his mother bought don’t count.

I pull out my phone and text Pierre photos of the flowers.

Thank you. This is overwhelming.

He responds immediately.

You’re welcome. I just wanted to let you know I can’t stop thinking about you.

Do you want to come over tomorrow night?

Absolutely.

I clutch my phone to my chest and close my eyes. I can’t believe this is my life.

PIERRE

Today’s shoot is long and hot. It’s outside at the ballpark again, so I have to go home and shower before seeing Kendall. I wave to Patsy on set, but don’t have time to talk to her.

Marina, on the other hand, is relentless. She catches up to me as I’m walking to my car.

“I called you last night,” she says, her hair bouncing behind her.

“Yeah, I finally blocked your number.”

She shakes her head. “You’re such a tease.”

“I’m not teasing you, Marina. I don’t like you.”

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