Page 32 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I expand my search on Megan, more out of curiosity than necessity. When my eyes glance down at my cell phone vibrating on my desk, a grin furls my lips when I discover a text from Harlow.
Harlow:Champagne is chilled, wine glasses are ready, and my bag is packed. I just seem to be missing one essential element???
After jumping up from my seat, I snare my jacket from the back of the chair. I snatch the print-out of Megan’s license, then make a beeline to Alex’s office, passing by Brandon’s desk on the way to hand him Megan’s details.
“Thanks, and have fun,” he shouts as I bolt by.
Alex’s eyes lift from the documents he’s scrutinizing when I tap on his office door.
“I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out for the weekend.” I apprehensively step into his office. “I also wanted to say thanks for letting me have this time off.”
Even though I had to grovel, he did have a legitimate reason to refuse my request. I’ve only been a part of his team for a little under five months, and I’ve already put in a request for vacation, so I’m grateful he accepted my pleas.
“It’s fine, Isabelle.” The sternness of his tone doesn’t match his words.
“Bye,” I murmur when his eyes resume perusing the documents in his hand.
Just as I’m about to exit his office, Alex calls my name. Cautiously, I pivot back around to face him.
“Make sure you keep your phone on you. If we need you, you’ll have to return from your trip early.”
Smiling, I nod and walk out of his office. “Like filing and scanning can’t wait until I return.”
I pull my cell phone out of my pocket to return Harlow’s message.
Me:Pop that cork. I’m on my way!
CHAPTER17
“I’m not taking it.”
I remove my microscopic bikini from my suitcase for the third time in the past thirty minutes.Every time I turn my back, Harlow places the minuscule scraps of material back in against my wishes.
“Trust me, you’ll want that bikini.” She over accentuates the words ‘trust me.’
She cocks her sculptured brow as she holds my tiny black string bikini out in front of her, pleading for me to take it. I’ve already packed a swimsuit, but it covers a lot more skin than my scant bikini does. Harlow extends her arm, placing the bikini to within an inch of my hands, and executes her best puppy- dog eyes.
She smiles and murmurs, “Yes,” under her breath when I confiscate the thin scraps of material from her hand and shove it into the side pocket of my suitcase.
I enter my walk-in closet in pursuit of a slip I can wear over my bikini. Harlow rolls her eyes when she notices me packing a Hawaiian print cover-up into my overstuffed suitcase.
Once I’ve finished packing my bag, I wheel it into the entryway in preparation for our departure.
A short time later, my intercom screeches through my apartment.
“Hi, come on up,” I greet into the intercom.
Leaning over, I push the button to unlock the security door in the lobby. A massive buzz shrieks through my eardrums when the door latch is released.Dropping down to my knees, I refasten the zipper that just busted. My head clusters with giddiness from my sudden movements. I probably shouldn’t have mixed Xanax with champagne, but when Harlow said we were flying, I knew I needed something to take the edge off my fear.
“I’ll get the door, shall I?” Harlow suggests when she notices me wrangling with the stubborn zipper on my bag.
I nearly choke on my spit when she swings the door open, revealing the awe-inspiring visual of Isaac Holt.
Oh God. Please tell me he’s just popping in for a random visit. I can barely survive being in the same room with him for ten minutes, so I stand no chance in hell of being in his vicinity an entire long weekend.
My eyes rocket to Harlow, who’s greeting Cormack more intimately than a regular friend would.
So that’s where she has been vanishing to the past several weekends?
