Page 38 of Dubious Match
Am I enjoying the attention? Oh yes. There’s a happy little ball inside of me that makes me feel giddy. I think what I like the most is the way they’re taking things off my list so I don’t have to do them. Yes, when you’re really busy, food is an item on a checklist.
The delivery reminded me to eat, and the food that Brice left in my fridge was surprisingly tasty when I came back into the office Friday. Since I missed so much work, there were calls to return, emails, and the dating app to update.
While I did work from home on Thursday once the migraine lifted, there was still a lot to do, and I worked through the weekend too.
Taking a deep breath, I smile at the significantly smaller piles on my desk.
My eyes rise to the door as someone enters, and I’ve unfortunately been expecting it. The Senior Families dislike waiting for too long.
“Hello, Evan,” I say, leaning forward on my desk. I’m glad that I paid attention to how I dressed today. The burgundy long sleeve midi dress also hides my weapons very well. “I’m guessing Cian sent you?”
“He did,” he says apologetically, gazing at my office. “Does it always look like that?”
“Like the paperwork is two seconds from toppling over?” I ask, signing out of my laptop and closing it. “It’s better now than it was last week if that’s any consolation.”
“Holy shit,” he mutters. “You’re a match making queen, and no one can make me think any differently. The families would be in trouble if you ever decided to take more of an interest in things.”
“I guess they can count themselves lucky,” I smirk, standing. It’s already four in the afternoon, I suppose I’ll be leaving for the day and taking my work with me. “Are you driving?”
“I am,” Evan says. “I’ll bring you back to your car when we’re done.”
Nodding, I grab my bag and pack everything into it.
“That bag looks like it’s going to war,” he mutters. Snickering, I shrug.
He’s not at all wrong. Pulling it onto my shoulder, I turn everything off and set the alarm before leaving with Evan.
“I see the families refuse to wait any longer,” I say, pulling on the door to make sure it’s locked. It’s been sticking lately. I need to figure out how to fix it.
“Cian got called in for a meeting and they insisted on speaking to you,” Evan explains. “He’s a little grumpy at the moment.”
“I just bet he is,” I sigh, following him to his town car.
“Hollis?” a voice calls out. It would be too much to ask to be able to make a quick escape.
Turning, I smile at one of my clients as they hurry over. Manuel is part of Pack Torres, and recently joined Cupid’s Call. We don’t have an appointment, but it’s not uncommon for people to swing by with questions.
It’s why my day is hijacked so often. I love hearing about dates and how things are going, though. It helps me get a feel for my clients’ experience. I like to think that the personal touch is also appreciated.
“Hi!” I say warmly.
“It looks like you’re on your way out,” he says, gazing at Evan, who has no issues looking imposing.
Please don’t have a pissing contest right now.
“I am. I have a meeting Evan reminded me about. Is there anything urgent?” I ask.
“Not at all. I was walking by and remembered my pack wanted to accept your invitation to Forever Yours,” he says. “It sounds like fun.”
“Oh! I’m so glad you decided to attend,” I say with a wide smile. This event really has become my baby in some respects. “I’ll log you down on my list. Thank you for stopping me.”
“I almost didn’t,” he says. “I know how difficult it can be to get away at the end of the day. Have a good meeting, Hollis.”
A quick wave marks the end of the conversation before he continues walking. That didn’t take long at all.
“You’re like a celebrity,” Evan teases, opening the vehicle door for me.
“Shh, I am not,” I mutter, sliding into the car.
