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My cheeks flush at her words, a rush of mixed emotions flooding through me. Part of me wants to believe her, to entertain the possibility that Ethan might have feelings for me. But another part of me, the more rational one, dismisses it as wishful thinking.
“I doubt that,” I reply, trying to sound casual even as my heart races in my chest. “Ethan is my boss, nothing more.”
Liar, how about you tell her what you both did in the elevator last week?
But even as I say the words, a small part of me wonders if there might be some truth to Amy’s observation. After all, Ethan’s actions in the elevator…
But I quickly push those thoughts aside, burying them beneath a mask of skepticism. It’s better this way, I tell myself. Better to focus on reality than to get lost in what-ifs and maybes.
Amy chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, if you say so, Jessy. But just remember, sometimes the truth is right in front of us, even when we choose not to see it.”
I nod, offering a weak smile in response. “Thanks for the advice, Amy. But I think I’ll stick to focusing on work for now.”
She seems to sense my reluctance to entertain the idea any more,and doesn’t press the matter any further. Instead, she changes the topic, steering our conversation towards lighter subjects as we finish our drinks.
As Amy and I continue to chat, I find myself surprisingly drawn to her. At first, it was just curiosity about her relationship with Ethan, but now I’m genuinely enjoying our talk.
Who would have thought?
11
Jessica
I’m about to commit murder, and Chloe is going to be my victim. “What have you done?” I bark.
She shrugs, taking a sip of her lemonade; not affected by my anger one bit. “I set you up on a date,” she replies calmly and then tosses a cookie into her mouth, chewing loudly.
I heard her the first time that she said it, but I’m just wondering why she would pull one like that without asking me first.
“Why would you do a thing like that? Did I tell you that I wanted to do that?” I push the plate of cookies away from her reach before she gets the chance to take another.
It’s Saturday and I’m off work. I was planning on spending the weekend eating and sleeping until Chloe barged in a few minutes ago. She announced that she had set me up with some guy, and it was tonight.
“You didn’t have to say it. I just knew. That’s what friends are for, right?”
“No! Friends don’t go about setting their friends up for a blind date without their permission. Why would you even think that I need one?”
“Because you’ve been miserable trying to forget about your hot boss. So I decided, what other way to get over a hot guy than going out with another hot guy?”
I let out a frustrated breath, resisting the urge to scream at her. “I’m not going on whatever date you’ve set up.”
She jumps off my kitchen stool and follows me as I walk over to my living room. “You haven’t even seen the guy,” she protests.
“I don’t care what he looks like. I’m not interested.”
“No, no, no.” She quickly comes and sits on the arm of my couch, placing her arm around my shoulders. I shrug it off, but she places it back.
“You need to see Tom first, before you decide that you are not going to meet him. He’s good-looking and rich.”
“I don’t care if he’s Prince Harry. I’m not going.”
“Oh, come on, Jessy, don’t be like that. I’m only trying to help you.” She fishes out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and opens it. “Just wait until you see his picture.”
I scoff, reaching for the TV remote to turn it on. I plan on watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn and some ice cream—and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“Here,” she says, handing me her phone, and when I take it, I’m faced with a cute-looking guy. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” she asks.
The guy on Chloe’s screen is undeniably attractive. He has a rugged charm about him, with tousled brown hair that falls effortlessly across his forehead.
