Page 40 of Tender Offer
Puff
Date:September 21, 2009, 11:15pm
From:[email protected]
Subject:Re: Miss you
Careful. I might not let you go.
See you soon,
P
Chapter 23
Madison
Now
I’m in a damn Hugh Grant movie.
InTwo Weeks Notice, George Wade was an annoying billionaire who couldn’t wipe his own ass without asking for help. Preston must’ve seen it, because he has one more text before I snatch his nuts through the phone.
The man owns a Monopoly board of luxury hotels but can’t choose a tie?
He’s been texting nonstop since I left London the morning after my hundred-meter dash from his penthouse. You would’ve thought I was on the run the way I packed my suitcase and exiled myself from London.
I needed time and space between us, so I hopped on the first flight to Los Angeles ahead of a red-carpet fitting. Kojo is here onbusiness and hasn’t stopped laughing in my face about Preston “running me out of England.”
Technically, he didn’trunme out; I flew.
I’ll go back at some point. For now, I’m staying half a world away from his charm and that mouth.
I’m not letting you go this time.
He hasn’t made it easy for me to ignore him, but I don’t take his calls.
…which brings me back to Hugh Grant.
My phone chirps with another text. I bite down a smile at the message preview and cross the street. This fool is not asking me about pajamas.
Preston
Went with green. Does my stylist approve?
I swipe to the attached photo of Preston on his couch. He’s in green buffalo check flannel, his feet crossed at the ankles. I never had a foot fetish, but I understand why people lick toes that look like his.
Preston has beautiful feet. Long. Slight veins. Manicured.
I shift around a group of suits and type my response.
You’re joking. Pajamas?
Preston
Do I ever joke?
