Page 66 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
This call is the reason I’m here a little early this morning. I wanted to make sure I was prepped.
“As ready as I can be to talk shop with the president of a Fortune 500 company,” I say with a laugh. “But actually, I spent almost three hours going over their annual report last night. I’ll send you my notes.”
I turn on my computer and forward her the document, waiting for the ping from her cubicle that tells me she’s received it.
“Wow, this is impressive,” Reagan says. “They’re going to be thrilled with this work.”
I can’t help the proud smile that breaks out on my face.
What can I say? Going above and beyond is sort of my thing. I’ve made that perfectly clear in the short few weeks I’ve been working for the Glenbury Group. And by the way my boss keeps whispering about upward mobility around me, I’d say it’s paying off in a major way.
After a quick scan through my inbox and a refresher on the correspondence we’ve had with this client since last week, I roll my chair back from my desk, glancing at my watch.
“I think I’m going to swing by the cafe in the lobby for a latte,” I say. “Do you want anything, Reagan?”
Before I can stand up, the top of her head pops up over her cubicle wall, her hazel eyes doubling in size. “Wait! I almost forgot. Stay put for just one second, okay?” She scurries off to the kitchen, returning moments later with a beverage carrier holding two extra-large caramel-colored iced coffees. “Ta-da! Happy one month working at the firm!”
I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief as I push to my feet. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s just a month, not a birthday or something.”
She lifts a shoulder, holding the tray out to me. “I know it’s silly, but I figured we should take whatever little celebrations life gives us, right? Plus, since we’re both iced vanilla latte girls, it just felt right.”
“You’re crazy.” I laugh, although whether she’s sane or not doesn’t change the fact that I could definitely use the caffeine. I shimmy a cup from its spot in the beverage carrier and take a slow sip from the straw. “You’re the greatest. How do you keep track of stuff like this?”
“I’m good with dates, I guess. Plus, I put a note in my calendar so I wouldn’t forget. I feel like you need things to celebrate to get you through a Midwest winter, you know?”
I laugh in agreement. “That’s for sure. And by the way, thank you for supporting the lifestyle of drinking iced coffee, even in the winter.”
“It’s always iced coffee season,” she says with the same gravity she brings to the most important client meetings. “Thank God we both know that.”
It’s so nice to have a coworker I’m not going to be constantly competing with. Reagan is a couple years older than me, but she’s made it clear she’s perfectly happy being an office assistant for now. When the time comes and she’s interested in more responsibility, I vow to never be like that jerk Spencer. I’ll show her the ropes, teach her everything I’ve learned in this role, and help her get any promotion she desires.
I settle back in at my desk, sipping happily on my iced latte as I reply to a few quick client emails, only to be distracted moments later when my computer pings with an instant message. It’s from Wolfie, and just seeing his name appear on my screen puts a fluttery feeling deep in my chest.
We’ve been official for almost two months now, but that new-love feeling still hasn’t worn off, and my fingers are crossed that it never will. I glance at the time in the corner of my screen—okay, I have a couple of minutes to chat before this meeting. Let’s make it count.
When I open the message, I’m surprised to see it’s really not a message at all. Just a link to a website with a URL I don’t recognize. For a second, I’m suspicious, but the link doesn’t appear to be spam or anything.
With a double-click, I’m whisked off to a real estate page boasting lots of bright, airy pictures of a two-bedroom condo for sale, right on the lake. I swipe through the pictures, impressed by the rich brown hardwood floors and the modern kitchen appliances.
When I get to the pictures of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sparkling blue lake, my jaw almost hits my keyboard. It’s gorgeous, but I’m not really sure why he’s sending it to me.
We haven’t discussed the whole moving-in-together thing since we made our relationship official, and even then, I thought the condo daydream was a few more years down the line. Then again, my lease is ending pretty soon. It’s about time for us to be more serious about what comes next.
