Lena was an old school friend. They talked a couple times a month, or they had dinner and a movie. Although Bunny considered Lena an old friend, with their work schedules and Lena’s interior design business booming, there wasn’t a whole lot of time for them to get together. But whenever they did talk, it was like no time had passed at all, as if they’d just seen each other the previous day.
Although Bunny contemplated not answering it because she was in a foul mood with her own thoughts, maybe Lena could give her some insight on what she should do.
“Hey,” Bunny said and shifted on the couch so her back was against the cushions and her feet were on the floor.
“Hey you.”
It had been a few weeks since they’d talked, but as always, they fell right into the routine of conversation. Lena started talking about what she was up to, how her interior design business was growing, how she was getting new clients left and right. She talked about the new guy she was seeing, how she really loved this one—not like the last one—and how it started off as a one-night stand but just had naturally worked into something more.
Bunny swallowed as she listened to Lena talk about her love life, wanting nothing more than to spill the beans on her own.
“Hello?” Lena’s voice came through the line and Bunny cleared her throat and blinked a few times, coming back to the present.
“I’m sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,” she said honestly.
“Hey, what’s up?” Lena’s voice grew serious and Bunny looked down at her feet, her toenails painted bright red.
She was an extrovert on the outside, but inside she was the shy bookworm type of girl. That’s why she’d never expressed her interest in Brice before that one night they’d shared, why she was afraid to actually move forward. The thought of her life changing, of rejection, her heart being broken, had that shy little girl rising up to the surface once more.
She liked to pretend she had her shit together, but the truth was she didn’t.
“Lena, I don’t even know where to start.” She exhaled slowly.
“Just jump right into the good stuff. That’s how we roll anyway, right?”
Bunny chuckled although she wasn’t feeling very humorous at the moment.
“I’m in love with my boss. Slept with him. But now I’m worried about getting my heart broke.” There was a moment of silence before she heard rustling on the other end.
“Does he love you back?”
That was the thing with Lena. She didn’t judge. She didn’t dig deeper. She took what Bunny gave her and left it at that.
“I don’t know. If he does he’s never told me, although he said plenty. Love wasn’t one of them.”
“So just ask him.”
Bunny snorted. “That’s easier said than done.”
“But it is that easy. You just go up to him and tell him how you feel. If he feels the same way, then there you go. And if he doesn’t, then you walk away and don’t waste another minute of your time.”
She heard someone at the front door. “Lena, let me call you back.” She set the phone down and stood, walking toward it. Gripping the handle and pulling it open, Bunny’s heart stopped as she stared at Brice.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice thick.
“Hi,” she said in response, her voice nothing more than a whisper.
A moment of silence passed between them.
“I can’t let you walk away.” Her throat tightened at his words. “I love you, Bunny. And I’m not willing to throw us away.”
13
Brice had never been the kind of guy to chase a woman. There was no need for him to. They always chased after him; it was insane. If he wanted a date for the evening, he had an entire booklet of women who had thrown their numbers at him. He could call them, and within an hour he’d have a date, ready and primed for the evening.
All of those other women meant nothing to him. Just an itch that needed scratching. It was ridiculous how easy it had been for him.
He’d taken it for granted that every single woman would be exactly the same. His money spoke the loudest, followed by his dick. He wasn’t bragging when he said he knew what do with his … member.
Never in all of his years had he ever had a woman walk away nor been so unsure about himself. That wasn’t the way he rolled. Women were always wanting to be all over him, and until now, he used to fucking hate it.
It wasn’t him they wanted, but the money and power he could give them.
Bunny, the woman right in front of him, the woman who had been working for him for years, was the first woman to make him doubt everything. They had sex, she wanted to leave. He told her about his feelings, she wanted to leave.