Page 12 of Whispered Sins

“Well, neither do I, but it makes for some good book inspo sometimes. Hey, maybe I could write about him. What’s he like?”

“He’s…a businessman,” I answered nonchalantly as I avoided her gaze.

“Oh my God. You have a thing for him,” said Monica excitedly.

“I do not.” I could feel the smile creeping over my lips, giving my lie away.

I couldn’t have a thing for him. I barely knew him. Although, he did keep me up all night. Well, the thought of him did.

Monica clapped her hands excitedly like a baby seal, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was.

“This is so exciting,” she squealed.

“Nothing happened, Monica,” I defend.

“Yet.”

I rolled my eyes before giving her a little morsel that I knew would indulge her.

“I do have another meeting with him this morning. He wanted to tour Leading to Learn, and he kind of insisted that I be his guide.”

“Oh my God,” she squealed. “He is into you.”

“No, he is not.” I laughed.

She stood up quickly and grabbed my hand, pulling me from the couch.

“To the closet! We have to get you ready!”

I struggled to keep up with my manic best friend as she pulled me into my tiny closet that I was surprised we both fit in. She began pulling hangers and clothes frantically from the rack, tossing most of them on the ground. She finally landed on a camel-colored leather skirt and a sleeveless blouse, paired with ballet flats.

“This is it,” she said, shoving the clothes at me.

I stumbled backward out of the closet.

“Put it on,” she demanded.

I knew there was no use in arguing. When Monica had her mind on something, there was really no getting out of it. I shimmied out of my pajamas and pulled the blouse over my head, and slid the skirt on. This was more a girls’ night out outfit than a work outfit, but after I glanced in the mirror, I had to admit I looked pretty good.

I spun to appease her.

“That’s it. That’s it right there,” she said with an approving nod.

I took another look in the mirror and was brought back to reality. After looking through the paparazzi photos of Daniel and his many conquests, my confidence took a dive. Even in this outfit, he would never be interested in me. The doubt must have been transparent on my face because Monica took a step toward me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“This was just stupid. I hardly know the guy, and even if I did like him or think he was handsome, he would never go for me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not stick-thin and don’t walk on a runway.”

“Who wants a girl who only eats romaine lettuce, anyway?” Monica rolled her eyes.

I laughed softly. “We’re not in the same tax bracket. Hell, we’re not even on the same planet.”

Monica put her hands on my shoulders and turned me toward her for one of her famous pep talks.

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