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I’m ready to step out into the sunlight. Preferably with Logan at my side.

CHAPTER 16

Logan

Tonight is the night. My first date with Isabella. I’ve got it all planned out. First, we’ll have dinner at a fancy joint in town. Then, I’ll take her back to a hotel room where I have ordered chocolate and champagne to the room. Not bad for a first date, in my mind. I just hope that she’ll feel the same.

It’s nearly the end of the workday. I’ve promised to pick Isabella up at seven from her apartment, giving her time to get changed. I sigh to myself. I’ve been agitated all day, counting down the hours until I have her back at my side.

But tonight is going to be so different. We already know we have an initial attraction between us, but what about the other stuff? Will we get along well? Will we be able to hold a conversation that isn’t entirely flirty? I’m not sure. I’m nervous, but I’m looking forward to finding out.

My phone buzzes on my desk as I’m about to leave. My heart jolts, wondering if it might be Joshua. My first thought is that he might want to put our squabble behind us. My second thought is that he’s found out about my date with his sister. Or worse, he knows what happened this morning. I pick up my phone slowly.

I check the text out.

Logan…I could use a favor, boo x

My heart seizes. The number is unknown, but I recognize the style of the text. Why the hell is my former assistant, and fuck buddy, Maeve, getting in contact with me now? The last time we spoke, it was to agree never to talk again. Our affair had almost lost me my status at the company, and it supposedly broke her into a million pieces. Now, she’s texting me as though we’re picking up where we left off.

Who is this? I ask, though I already know the answer. I want to see how she will respond. Her text comes back almost immediately.

You know who, baby. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me among your string of lady friends…x

I told you not to text again.

I can’t believe she’s getting in contact with me the day of my date with Isabella. It’s typical of Maeve to throw a wrench in the works, just when I think I might find happiness. She texts back quickly.

Look, I just need a favor. A reference for a new job. I swear there’s nothing else. Coffee tomorrow morning? I’ll make it quick, I swear x

I sigh. Knowing Maeve, she means something entirely sexual about that. The last time she said she’d be quick, she meant a quick hookup in the local library behind the shelves of the psychology section. Yes, it was hot. Yes, it was a memory that still manages to turn me on. But it was also entirely inappropriate.

I have a date tonight.

TMI? Did I ask? Look, innocent until proven guilty, right? I’m not after anything from you. Apart from a reference for a job, of course. Pretty please, boo? x

I stare at my phone for a while. I guess I could meet her quickly, especially if this leads to a new job for her out of the city, or even better out of the state…or country. Something about it though…it just feels like a honey trap. She’s always up to something. It enticed me at first, how she always used to live life on the edge. My experiences with her came just after the death of my parents when I was at my most vulnerable. I guess I just wanted some fun. I wanted to feel like myself again. And Maeve always delivered on the fun front.

But things are different now. Would it make Isabella feel anxious and potentially jealous to know I’m talking to one of my old hookups, specifically an old assistant of mine? It makes it look like I have a theme for sleeping with my employees, but it’s not the case at all.

I’ve already booked the hotel now, and I don’t want to back down from this date. But I also owe Maeve one. I’m the one who allegedly broke her heart. She claimed I led her on, though we never stated that we were together. I learned from her that when it comes to girls, there are always feelings attached. She had to leave her job because of me, and then I cut off all contact. So don’t I owe it to her to give her a ten-minute coffee to write her a reference? I could knock this meeting out in the morning and be back in bed within half an hour.

Okay.

Eight a.m. Our usual place. Ciao x

I shove my phone in my pocket, desperate not to think of anyone else for the rest of the night, but Isabella. This night is about me and her, and even Maeve won’t ruin that for me.

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