Page 131 of Play Me
“Wait,” I say, getting to my feet too. I try my best to appear sober. “Does this mean I have to work with him, too? Or am I done being this guy’s assistant at the end of next week?”
They both laugh, not taking me seriously at all.
I laugh, too. “No, but seriously.”
“Let’s see how things go,” Renn says, smoothing his tie down his chest. “But don’t get any ideas, Miss Lawsen. Whether you work for him or not, you still work for me. And don’t let my brothers try to poach you, either.”
“Trust me,” I say, picking up my bag. “The two of you are enough to keep me busy.”
We say our goodbyes, and I follow Gray into the hallway. The office is buzzing. We dodge the staff, Gray’s hand locked in mine until we get to the elevators. Once the doors close, we sigh.
“Congrats,” I say, kissing him.
“Careful.” He nips my bottom lip between his teeth. “You should stop doing that.”
I pull back. “Why?”
He glances down at his crotch, and I’m immediately reminded why I told him not to wear those sweats.
“I’m done for the day,” he says. “What about you?”
“Yup. I’m on my way home.”
“Let’s go to Stupey’s for dinner.”
We exit the elevator and make our way through the lobby. Jory and Breaker shout at Gray from The Royal Café as we pass, but he just waves at them and keeps walking.
“I can go by the store and grab things for dinner,” I say, squinting against the sun. “It’ll be much cheaper than eating out. And I have to call Audrey back. She just found out that her crush got married last weekend.”
Poor Audrey. She took the news—in the form of a Social post that her brother commented on—better than expected. But she’s still devastated.
He groans. “I told you. I have money now. Joe called me this morning, letting me know that the trust to take care of Liza has been dissolved.”
I’m not sure what to say to that, so I just nod.
“Joe also told me that he forwarded you the correspondence he received from the landlord’s attorney. They’ve assured him that they won’t be coming after you. If they have anything else to say, they’re to send it to him and he’ll take care of it.”
I reach for Gray’s hand, lacing our fingers together.
I did it. I’m free.
The air smells prettier, and the wind feels gentler as we walk through the parking lot. Gray’s ridiculous truck is parked next to my little car. The sight of them makes me smile.Who would’ve thought the day that I marched to his window and gave him a piece of my mind would lead to this? That the asshole honkinghis horn at me to hurry would be the same man helping me clear up problems created by men before him?
“So Stupey’s?” Gray asks, leaning against my car. “Let me spoil you.”
“Let you?Gray. There’s no letting you do anything. You just do what you want and hope for the best.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he says, smirking.
I roll my eyes. “Let’s see. You sent me and my friends on a spa day last weekend. You booked the two of us a vacation to the beach after the season is over. Hartley called a couple of days ago, asking me what color to have the guys paint the cabinets in your cabin on the ranch.”
“Our cabin, but semantics.”
My heart swells, filling with more love than I ever could’ve imagined having for anyone. I don’t deserve Gray Adler—even though he says that about me. I don’t know what the future holds, exactly, but I do know one thing: it’ll be with him.
“Fine,” I say, tossing my bag in my car. “Stupey’s is what’s for dinner.”
“Great.”
