“Oh come on! You told me he approached you in the bar that night, and now he was talking to you during lunch? This has to mean something. And don’t you know him? Like isn’t he from your hometown?”
“Kind of, I mean he and Carter were tight. I guess maybe they still are.”
“Wait so you actually know him? Is Carter going to flip?”
“You’re making a big thing out of it, and Carter doesn’t need to get involved.”
“So are you denying he likes you?”
I snorted, amused by her persistence. “He is Senator Merritt Dawson. A playboy. He likes all women.”
“But you don’t like him,” she stated.
“It’s not that I don’t like him but…”
“But?”
He was a disaster waiting to happen. We’d had a great time together, yes, but did I actually believe there could be something serious between us? If he wasn’t such a womanizer, I would think so, but then again…
“But I’m not interested in men at the moment. My top priority is finding a job.”
“There is nothing wrong about fooling around while working on your career. In fact, it will keep your stress at bay.”
“You would know.” Sierra had it easy. She liked men, and she disliked commitment. So she was perfectly fine with a ton of one-night stands.
“So you haven’t fucked him?”
My answer came a second late. “No.” I hoped she bought it.
She let out a sigh. “Prude.”
A chuckle escaped my lips. “Slut.”
“Do me a favor, will ya? Tell me if something happens, okay?”
“Nothing will happen.”
“Mhm. I bet that something will happen.”
“Yeah, right. Bye, Sierra. I gotta get back to work.”
She erupted into fits of laughter. “Don’t think you can escape me that easily! You’ll let the cat out of the bag sooner or later.”
“There’s no cat to begin with,” I joked and ended the call before she could get me to reveal what happened.
When I returned to the office, Gemma, one of the assistants, yelled to me with a phone in her hand. “You have a phone call,” she said, pointing at the phone. “Line one.”
“Thanks. Who is it?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “He just said he’s your friend.”
Okay. I sat down and pressed one on my phone’s keypad. “Hello?”
“Hello, Camilla,” a deep male voice said. My heart picked up its pace.
“Merritt?”
“The one and only,” he said in a light tone.