Not Sorry

“Of course, Sean—I’m sorry. I mean—”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if you call me Sean.”

She smiles and then leads me into the office building. Then, we ride up in the elevator to the floor that Parks Real Estate occupies.

We climb out, and to my surprise, it seems like the whole team has gathered to welcome me to the building. There are about fifty people gathered with all their eyes focused on me and Olive. I glance over at Olive, who also seems surprised at the gathering.

Olive begins speaking before I have a chance to, “This is Sean—uh, Mr. Sturrows.”

She bites her lip when she realizes she said the wrong last name and begins to open her mouth to, I assume, correct herself, but I cut her off.

“I’m Sean Burrows. I’m excited to work with all of you for as long as you and Jamie will have me. I’ve heard wonderful things about all of you. As for my stained shirt, I’ve heard that’s what happens when you work in real estate and when you have an assistant like Olive pick you up,” I joke.

The room chuckles and laughs, obviously used to Olive doing things like spilling coffee on a regular basis, but when I glance over at Olive, I immediately regret my joke. I expected her to look embarrassed or maybe a little upset with my joke. But she doesn’t look embarrassed. She looks downright angry.

“I’m so happy you could make it,” Jamie says, softly kissing me on the cheek.

“I’m happy to be here. I would do anything for you.”

She smiles, and I have a chance to study Jamie. She looks different. Her cheeks look the slightest bit fuller. In fact, her whole body looks slightly fuller. Not in a bad way, but in a perfect way. Her skin seems to be glowing, and her long blonde hair is shinier than I’ve ever seen it.

I realize immediately why she brought me here, and it’s not because she wanted another date or a one-night hook-up or anything to do with me other than she trusts me.

“You’re pregnant,” I whisper in her ear.

Jamie blushes, and I know it’s true.

“Have Olive take your clothes to the dry cleaners and get changed. We have a lot to discuss.”

Jamie heads to her office, and I can’t help but stare at her gorgeous ass as she walks.

“Come on, Romeo. I’ll show you to the restroom, so you can get changed, and I can get your clothes to the dry cleaners. Although no one believes it, I do have more important things to do with my day,” Olive says, walking toward the restroom.

I follow her. “Is it that obvious that I like Jamie?”

She shakes her head. “You are unbelievable. How about an I’m sorry?”

“Why would I say sorry?”

“Because you said something hurtful at my expense.”

“It was a joke. It wasn’t hurtful. It was truthful.”

“You should apologize instead of worrying if it’s obvious that you like Jamie. It’s obvious that everyone likes Jamie, so it’s not that unusual. No one but me notices because everyone else is already too busy pining over Jamie.”

“So, who’s the baby daddy?” I ask.

Olive stops and looks at me seriously. “She told you she was pregnant?”

“No, I just guessed. You confirmed.”

“I didn’t confirm anything.”

I smile. “Yes, you did.”

“Whatever. Just get changed, so I can take your clothes.” She pauses at the restroom for me to go inside. “Although you probably want to take them yourself since I will just ruin them.”

I begin unbuttoning my shirt and watch as her eyes drift to my chest and then abs. I remove the shirt and hand it to her. “Just take the shirt. It’s a favorite of mine. I’ll just buy new pants if I need them.”