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“No, I’m going to save the balloons for a special time,” he says, laughing.
“What do you have for me, then?” I pause. “And if you tell me your big dick, I am going to scream.”
“Would I say that?” he says, laughing.
I’m about to answer him when my phone starts ringing. I glance at it and see that it’s my mom. I’m about to put it back into my pocket when Colton nods. “You should take that.”
“It’s okay. It’s during work hours.”
“Hey, when your mom calls, you answer. You don’t know how long she’ll be around.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I say, answering the phone. “Hey, Mom. I’m at work, so I can’t really talk.”
“Ella, is everything okay?” she says, sounding nervous, and I frown.
“Yeah, I am okay. Why?”
“Are you dating anyone right now?” she says.
“What do you mean am I dating someone?” I glance at Colton. Had he told Sam? “No, Mom, I am... Hold on one second,” I say as Colton hands me something. I press mute and look at him. “What’s this?”
“This is your gift,” he says, grinning. “Now get back to work when you get off the phone with your mom.”
“Okay, thanks, I guess.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” he says, grinning. “You’re very, very welcome.”
I watch as he leaves my office and then I take my mom off mute again. “Hey, Mom. What is going on? Why are you calling me? I am really busy right now. You know that this is my...” I pause. I don’t know if I should say this is my first official day or not. I can’t remember exactly what I’ve told her about this position. I don’t want her asking too many questions if she catches me in a lie.
“Darling, I just want you to know that even though Daddy and I are not rich, and even though we don’t get much from Social Security, you do not have to date older gentlemen or—”
“What?” I almost shout into the phone. “What are you talking about, Mom?”
“I’m just saying that you don’t have to put yourself in an Anna Nicole situation. I know there are certain older men that look like Sean Coltony, but most of them—”
“Mom, I’ve got to go. I’ll speak to you later.” I hang up quickly. I’m seething. Is my mom referring to the Sugar Baby website? And if so, how would she know?
I glance at the present that Colton has given me and I open it quickly. It’s a box of chocolates and a card. I stare at the box. It looks expensive. They’re Belgian chocolates. I lick my lips excitedly. I absolutely love Belgian chocolates. I open the card and on the front I see a duck in a pond. Weird, I think to myself. I open it to see if he’s written anything inside and all it says is, “Got you,” with a smiley face.
I’m not really sure what that means, but I have an idea. I am pissed. He’s obviously seen the Sugar Baby website, but he called my parents? I was not expecting him to do something like that. Or maybe he called Sam, and Sam called my parents because Sam was the sort of brother who, if he felt uncomfortable, would go to them before he would come to me.
I let out a deep sigh. I was so annoyed, and yet, I was a little bit excited because if Colton had been the one to spread the news, that means he had come to my computer and he had been looking around the office to see what I was up to. Some people might think that it’s spying, but I like to think that it’s because he doesn’t quite know what I am doing or why I’m doing it. I’m an enigma to him just as much as he’s an enigma to me.
I don’t know what it means and I don’t know what I want it to mean, but all I know is that I have Colton Hart where I want him, or maybe he has me where he wants me. I just don’t know anymore, and I need to stop thinking about it because I don’t want to think about his lips all over my body anymore.
16
“Why is it that cocktails always make me feel so much better about my life,” I say as I hold my glass up and clink with Sarah and Isabel. We’re all drinking at an exclusive club on the Lower East Side, and I’m three drinks in and feeling so much better about my life.
“Because alcohol makes the world go round?” Sarah says, giggling as she takes a long gulp of her lemon drop. She leans back and closes her eyes. I stare at her for a couple of seconds and then take a sip of my own drink.
“So, work’s still sucking for you?” I ask her as she opens her eyes. I want to make sure that I ask Isabel and Sarah about what’s going on in their lives before I start complaining about my own. Colton has added three hundred more files to my desk and didn’t even speak to me in person.
“I’m a little bit peeved at the fact that he hasn’t wanted to actually talk to me since my first day, and I just don’t know why my job sucks,” Sarah says. “My boss doesn’t know I exist. I feel like a cog in a wheel and I don’t matter. That sums it up,” she says. I lean forward, grab her hand and squeeze it. I want her to know that even if she is not appreciated at work, she is appreciated by me.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” she says.
