Page 90 of Torrid Love
I’m so taken aback, I don’t even dare to ask what prompted her comment.
Best to move on.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say. “Let me get Morgan or Felicity to drop by and pick up the bouquet—”
“Oh, it’s more than flowers.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. There are also two boxes. One is really heavy and they both have your name on them.”
“Wow.” Joel went all out. He’s selling me hard on this idea.
“Don’t worry, Rod took care of everything.”
“As in, he threw everything in the garbage?”
“You’re hilarious. No, my boss is a gentleman. He took everything to your studio and placed them in your office. FYI, the crystal vase weighs a ton. Joel certainly didn’t skimp.”
“Rod did that?”
“Yup! I just called to give you the heads-up.”
“Thank you,” I say absentmindedly.
“Alright, got to go. I’ll let you at it. Have a great afternoon, Dom. You’re in tomorrow?”
“Yes, in the afternoon. Thanks for the call, Marissa. See you tomorrow.”
I hang up and just stare at my phone in my shock.
From Marissa’s description, the bouquet is stunning. I have no doubt something dazzling is hiding in the heavy box. Ditto for the second one. But none of those things are a source of consternation. Rod’s attitude is. From what I witnessed yesterday, I would’ve never expected him to react that way. I guess there is a gentleman hiding behind the gruff wolf.
My stomach growls, reminding me I desperately need food.
Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting in front of an enormous homemade Cobb salad. I devour my food in a few forkfuls. Once satiated, and after washing my plate, I head upstairs to my office. I barely have time to drop my butt into my seat when my phone rings.
“Hey, Elsa!” I shout when I pick up.
“Hey, Dom!” my good friend shouts back.
“Did they unshackle you?” I laugh.
“We’ve wrapped for the day. It’s already eleven at night here in Croatia. I’m enjoying a fabulous glass of wine and I thought I’d touch base. How’s LA?”
“Perfect weather, as always. That’s one thing I’ll never miss about London. I loved the British experience and culture, the weather, not so much. I’m spoiled here in California. That said, Croatia’s weather is pretty dreamy.”
“You won’t hear me complaining about the sun or the sea… or the hot men.” We both laugh. “How was it getting back into the swing of things?”
“Jetlag is a bitch––”
“Of course.”
“It’s been back to the grind since yesterday. I’m only now starting to feel human again.”
“It takes a few days,” Elsa sympathizes.
“How are things on the set of the most popular fantasy serial drama in TV land?”
