Page 44 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
“I think she’d defend her friends to death. But underneath, a genuinely good person. I’m even thinking of setting her up with a friend of mine.”
“Why? Is she looking?”
That bothers me. But what bothers me even more is this feeling that I don't want London to date someone.
“I asked if she was into you. She said no. Then she described her type. You’re the exact opposite.”
“Oh?”
That’s even worse.
“Blond. Glasses. Dad bod. Her words.” Stephanie bends forward, letting out a brief groan. Then she tosses her blonde hair back while I pick up my shaker, open it, and drink almost all fourteen ounces in one gulp.
“That’s her dream man?”
“Yep. I’m thinking of Thomas, what do you think? You’ve met him, right?”
“That guy? Isn’t he over forty?”
“Forty-one. Wealthy, and has been single forever. I think they’d be a great match.”
“He sits behind a desk all day. London’s a fitness nut. I don’t see it.”
“I’ll still give her his number. I’m good at matchmaking. I know what men want." She kneels in front of the camera and winks at me.
“Or maybe she was just being polite,” I mutter. “I am her boss. And you’re my best friend.”
“Hmm. Maybe.” She sighs, fanning herself. “Whew, I’m hot. I’m going for a swim.”
“You do that. I’ll email the team to tell them I wanna talk later. Maybe I'll even call them instead, so I can get it over with.”
“Hey, London is a gorgeous city. I mean… Didn’t you miss me at all?”
“Of course I missed you and Marc. But the city itself… not so much. Once you’ve lived in New York, London seems like… a village.”
“London has plenty to offer.”
“Yes, she does…” I murmur.
“A beautiful skyline, good restaurants, the royals. Don’t forget those.”
Right. The city. And yet the only image in my head is her—with flowers in her hair.
“True.”
“How about lunch tomorrow? Marc will still be at the company finalizing details before we fly out, but I’ll have some time.”
“That’s pretty short notice.”
“Hey, I want to see you once more before I’m gone for two weeks.”
“I only have half an hour at most,” I say. I actually wanted to eat with London on the roof again, but I can’t leave Stephanie hanging.
“I’ll take it.”
“Okay, are you coming to the office?”
“Yes, I’ll bring something, and we can eat there.”
