Page 117 of Flaunt
I sigh and get in the car.
You can’t win them all.
Or can you?
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Sara
“Yes, Jennifer. That makes total sense,”I say, grinning like a loon. “I’ll be there on Thursday. Thank you so much.”
“We’ll be looking forward to it. Take care, Sara.”
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I end the call and jump up and down, squealing in delight.
My spirits soar.Is it the sunshine? The orgasmic night with Banks last night? The job interview I just scheduled with Myles Petterson for a position that I have never even dreamed of?
The fact that everything seems to be falling into place for the first time in my life?
I dance across the living room and start to press Banks’s number. But, before I can, his truck rumbles up the driveway.
I toss my phone on the couch and dart into the early evening air.
“Come here,” Banks says, spreading his arms wide open for me.
Launching myself into his chest, I look up. “Guess what?”
“Can I kiss you first?”
“No.”
“Too bad.”
He grins, palming the back of my head and bringing my mouth to his. I start to protest, mostly for fun, but melt as soon as our lips connect. He breaks the kiss well before I’m ready for it to end.
“Now, what’s your news or whatever I’m supposed to guess?” he asks, his fingers laced together at the small of my back.
“Jennifer McKay called—Mr. Petterson’s assistant. And I have a job interview there on Thursday.”
Banks picks me up and swings me around.
“That’s awesome,” he says, setting me back on my feet. “I’m so damn proud of you.”
My insides still.
“What?” he asks, curiously. “What did I say?”
“Just that you’re proud of me.” My cheeks flush. “I don’t know why. Just … thank you.”
He laughs. “For being proud of you?”
I nod.
“Silly girl. Come on. Let’s go inside and celebrate.”
