Page 12 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Chapter Four

Sarah stood on her tippy toes, reaching for her empty carry-on suitcase stored on the top rack of her closet. She had meticulously laid out all the clothes and shoes on her bed that she planned on taking with her.

Excited for her road trip, she’d woken up an hour earlier than she normally did, showered, and dressed.

This was going to be a great weekend. She’d get dressed up, go to a fancy party, and hopefully rack up bonus points for being there to support Logan.

She’d be lying if she said that was the only cause for her excitement. Her gaze darted over to her bulletin board and the goofy picture of Ryan and her holding up hot dogs taken at last summer’s company picnic in Central Park.

Spending time with Ryan was right up there with celebrating with Logan. She had no doubt they’d have anything but a total blast on this trip.

She chuckled. Maybe they’d do a little carpool karaoke to the Backstreet Boys like they’d done the one time he’d given her a lift home after a work happy hour that had turned into a late night. That had been fun.

Singing “I Want It That Way,” she set her suitcase on her bed, unzipped it, and began to pack, stopping to twirl to the chorus.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you were headed to anAmerican Idolaudition.”

Sarah clamped her mouth down and spun around, surprised to see her roommate, Chloe, up this early. No. Her bartending roommate usually didn’t surface from her room until well after noon. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry I woke you.”

“You didn’t.” Chloe yawned and nodded toward her room. “Peter did. Guy snores like a horse.”

Sarah smirked. As if she didn’t already know about his sleeping habit. She liked Chloe’s on-again-off-again boyfriend, but had to admit that she got a better night’s sleep when they were off-again. Thin walls and a couple that couldn’t keep their hands off each other meant Sarah covering her head routinely with her pillow to drown out late night orgasms followed by Peter sawing logs.

“So, whatcha doing?” Chloe came over to Sarah’s bed and flopped down, propping herself up on her elbows and clicking her fuzzy pink slippers that really didn’t go with the black negligee she had on, but who was Sarah to judge.

Plus, she had her own red silk nightie tucked away at the bottom of her suitcase just in case the opportunity presented itself for her to wear it for Logan.

“I’m packing,” She resumed putting her clothes in her suitcase. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you. I’m going to Westbrook, Connecticut for the weekend. I’ll be back on Sunday.”

“What’s going on in Westbrook that you’ll need these?” Chloe leaned over and picked up a pair of Sarah’s laciest red panties. She twirled them with her finger, sporting a mischievous grin.

Sarah’s cheeks warmed, but she quickly brushed off any embarrassment. Chloe already knew all about her crush on Logan. They’d dissected it many evenings over chips, salsa, and margaritas as good friends do. “Logan’s getting an alumni award, and I want to…you know…be prepared should an opportunity arise.”

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. Did Logan invite you to go away with him for the weekend?”

“No, he didn’t.” Sarah arranged her shoes in her suitcase. “He doesn’t even know I’m coming,” she admitted. “Ryan invited me. He’s picking me up soon.”

That caused Chloe to sit up and raise her eyebrow. “So, the panties are for Ryan?”

“No.” She snatched them from Chloe’s hand, heat creeping up her neck as an image popped into her head of her standing in front of a shirtless Ryan in nothing but the lace.

And it wasn’t the first time she’d had that fantasy.

When she’d first started at NPH, she’d had a giant crush on the guy who’d taken a seat next to her at her first all-staff meeting in the conference room and offered her a malt ball.

However, as they’d started to hang out in the break room, she’d quickly learned that Ryan wasn’t looking for a relationship.

Still, those first few months at NPH, she’d fantasized what a casual fling with Ryan would be like, being in his arms, kissing his lips.

But if they had hooked up—and it went further than kissing—it might make things in the office weird. She didn’t want that, because she liked having lunch with him. So, she set her sights on Logan—a successful man who, unlike Ryan, might be ready to settle down. At least that was the gossip around the watercooler among all the ladies.

“Wait. Do you hear that?”

Chloe interrupted Sarah’s thoughts with her question. “No…”

“Exactly. Peter stopped snoring.” Chloe jumped off the bed. “I need to go back to sleep pronto. Have a good trip with Ryan.”

“What about wishing me luck with Logan?” Sarah asked, slightly perturbed. This was a big weekend for her and her plan. She needed her closest gal pal in the city to support her on this.

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