Page 79 of We Met Like This
“Yeah.”
“Go finish your website. You’re going to need that. I’ll see you when you get home.”
“Thanks, Sloane.” We hung up the phone and I threw it onto the bed beside me like the bearer of bad news that it was. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. My mind spun. Maybe I’d have to pay for advertising. I couldn’t afford that; I already didn’t have enough savings to last me as long as I knew I’d need it for.
Oliver stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later and our eyes found each other. The tension in my shoulders relaxed a notch.
“Everything okay?” he asked from where he stood ten feet away.
“Not really. Just Rob reminding me that anything I learned while working for him I need to expunge from my brain. He’d probably want me to get my memory wiped if it were possible.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I…” I loosened my hold on his blanket and it slid down my shoulders and back onto his bed. I stood and reached behind me, up under my shirt, trying to rehook my bra. “I should probably go read through the contract. Regroup.” Bras were easier to unhook unseen than they were to hook, and I struggled. “Hey, help a friend out,” I said.
He chuckled and closed the distance between us. “I got it.”
His fingers fumbled on my bra strap, but eventually I felt it tighten into place. He pulled my shirt down and ran his hand down my back a few times. “What can I do for you?”
“You’re doing it. Thanks for the website help.”
“Of course.”
I turned back toward him and gripped the sides of his T-shirt. “In case it wasn’t clear.” I nodded toward the bed. “I don’t do that with my friends.”
He let out a loud laugh. “Yeah, me neither, obviously.”
“Are you ready to try the get-it-out-of-our-systems approach yet?”
The look of hurt that flashed through his eyes wiped the smile off my face. “I’m kidding,” I said. “We got this. We have self-control. It was just a setback. A slipup. I can keep my hands to myself.” I clasped them behind me and took a step back. “See? We’re still getting to know each other.”
He gave a whisper of a laugh. “I’m worried I’m making your life more complicated.”
“You really do think too much.”
“You have no idea.”
“I should probably go. Can you…?”
“I can finish up the website tonight and get it to you tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much.” I spun around, made short work of the hall, collected my things from the office, and headed for the front door.
He was there unlocking it for me when I arrived. “Good night.”
“Good night.” I stepped onto the lit porch and down the two steps toward my car.
“Margot?”
I looked over my shoulder.
He smiled that killer smile at me. “You owe me a coffee.”
My heart stuttered in my chest and I smiled back. Despite what I’d told him, I wasn’t actually sure I had one single ounce of self-control when it came to Oliver.
CHAPTER 24
My sister’s name scrolled across my phone screen the following afternoon and my heart jumped to my throat. We hadn’t talked since my drunken texts to her, despite my multiple attempts to do just that.
