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I sit back on my chair, folding my arms. I already know everything Elena and Dylan is saying. It’s not news that I shouldn’t try to pursue anything with Ian, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop thinking about him. The last time we were together only proved that I’m addicted to him. He was so perfect. His hands were warm against my skin, and they sent waves of pleasure to places I never knew they could reach. He’s the perfect balance: soft and gentle with me on the outside, but rock hard on the inside.
As he kissed me, sparks flew before my eyes. I was in my own world where sounds could be seen and colors could be heard. He handled my body with such grace. His gentle hands kneaded my boobs, caressing my nipple, sending my entire being into overdrive.
My insides tingled and ached for him.
“I need to get some air.”
The foot of my chair scrapes the ground as I rise from the dinner table, walking out to the living room and to the porch.
I need to get him out of my head.
I take in deep breaths, reciting the letters of the alphabet from Z to A. My phone buzzes in my pocket just as I finish, and I pull it out. I don’t recognize the number, but I accept the call anyway.
“Hello?”
“Good evening. Is this Miss Kaylee Parker? Owner of Kaylee’s Delight?”
“Yes, this is she.”
“Alright, ma’am. My name is Edward Simpson. I’m calling from Andrews & Sons.”
My heart skips a beat on hearing the name of the company. I gulp deeply, taking my phone in the other hand.
“Okay, Mr. Simpson, how may I help you?”
“We need you to cater the PR event we have coming up next week. We can send the updated guest list now. We’ll be expecting your estimate by the end of tomorrow—”
“W—wait hold on. Slow down.” I pause for a moment, trying to take in all he just said. They need me to cater the PR event? How? I thought Rachael won the grant.
“I don’t understand.” My voice trembles at the end. “I thought Rachael was catering the event?”
The line goes silent for a moment. My heart thumps against my chest as I await his reply.
“Oh yes,” Mr. Simpson replies, “…about Rachael. She was fired.”
Chapter Twenty-Four: Ian
D-day is here. The much-anticipated Andrews & Sons PR and launch event which has been the talk of the town for weeks now is finally here. I stand at a corner in the banquet hall of the new Andrews & Sons building, watching as the other guests mingle and talk among themselves. Some of them are holding wine glasses, while others are eating pastries. I lean against the open bar behind me, eyes darting around, looking for Barrett Andrews.
Today is the day I finally get all the answers.
“Champagne, sir?”
I turn to the side, to the waitress who is holding a tray of bubbling champagne in wine flutes.
“None for me, thanks.” I flash her a quick smile.
“I’ll have one.”
We both turn to Carl who is walking toward me with a small smile on his face.
“You’re late.”
“No I’m not.” He reaches out and grabs a drink from the tray as the waitress walks past. “You’re early.”
“The party has started, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, but you know.” He shrugs. “Barrett is the star of the show. He’s not going to show up immediately. He’s gonna make some grand entrance of some type.”
