Page 71 of Best In Class
“That’s because the drinks here come garnished with edible flowers and just a little bit of magic.”
I huff out a laugh and roll my eyes.
The waiter comes along with our drinks. Something sparkly and floral (all those edible flowers) for Aurora, a mezcal margarita that smells like smoke for Stella, a glass of champagne for Nova, and a lowball of Macallan 12 neat for me.
It’s a lazy Friday evening after work. It’s been a long daywith meetings—one where my heart beat faster because Dom was there.
The truth is that I feel like a teenager again.Bubbly!
The fuck? I need my head examined. Maybe book some emergency sessions with my therapist. The man is making me lose my mind!
And you’re loving it!
God help me, but I am.
There is something delicious about having Dom in the workplace. Of stealing a hurried kiss in my office. Of brushing my hand against his. Of feeling his eyes on me.
“Any news from Lia?” Stella muses, relaxing on the plush sofa.
We have commandeered a corner of the rooftop with a wraparound couch and a low table. I have my boots propped up on an empty chair. Aurora is curled up with her feet under her. Nova has her head on Stella’s shoulder.
Yeah, we’re all exhausted after what’s been a busy week at Savannah Lace.
“She says hi,” I tell her.
“Where is she again?” Nova queries.
“Charleston. She and Sebastian are at a Def Leppard concert. Pit seats.”
“That’s got such a ‘we’re married and hot in our forties’vibe,” Stella grins.
“She wore leather pants,” Aurora adds.
I raise my glass in a salute. “May we all have that kind of energy one day.”
“Well,” Stella smirks, “some of us don’t have to wait for it. What’s with your face?”
“My face?” I ask, defensive and already caught.
“You look like you’ve been kissed stupid,” Nova says, narrowing her eyes.
“Actually”—Stella’s eyes glint with amusement—“she and Dom did have a moment earlier today.”
Aurora giggles. “Nina is going to pitch a fit that we’re turning her company into a dating service.”
“She told me that Dom and I are playing in slow-burning romcom,” I say, chagrined.
Nova straightens and tilts her head, mischief in her expression. “In her defense, y’allaregetting it on at work.”
I glance down at the twist of lemon in my drink. “It’s a lot worse than that,” I confess.
They all wait.
“He asked me out…you know…on a date,” I explain.
They nod. Wait.
“I said yes.”
