Man Juice - Page 32

I laugh and think about how much fun I have when I’m around him, but more importantly how I’m actually fun, too, when we’re together. I’m trying to be more relaxed, and I hope my leisurely lifestyle plan doesn’t backfire.

For now, I’m content to take each second and opportunity as they arise. There’s something irresistible about Owen that draws me in, and I have a hard time saying no to him, which I’m sure he’s already used to.

“Okay.” I nod. “Yes, I’ll be your date for your anniversary party.”

Owen’s eyes light up. “That’s great, thank you so much.”

“No, thank you for inviting me.” I smile at him, wondering if we’ll end up in bed together again. The funniest part of this scenario? I’m not even afraid to know what might happen.

Owen starts to chuckle as if there’s a realization hitting him.

“What?” I chuckle because his laughter is infectious.

“You went from being this uptight girl to the girl who doesn’t give a fuck about anything.”

“That’s not true.” I raise my arm over my head. “I can think of something I care about.”

He leans back on the sofa. “Oh, yeah? What?”

“Well, let’s see here…” I tap my index finger against my chin. “Aha! I care about what dress I’ll wear to your party.” I nod assertively.

“That’s my kind of woman,” he laughs.

Right now, I’m certain I’ll be whoever I want to be and nothing more.

14

Owen

“This party is rad.”

“Hmm?” I toss a disinterested glance Melissa’s way.

Melissa Anderson is my heavy-set secretary. I’m talking borderline obese. She has dark straight hair and a sassy attitude. She doesn’t allow her weight to bother her, though, and has the mentality of a hot girl.

Sometimes this gets on my nerves, and other times it doesn’t bother me that much. She has enough confidence for both of us, though, and I need to have an assistant on my side who’s willing to get the job done and not take shit from anybody.

“Look, boss,” she says, as she affectionately likes to call me. “People are pouring in from the entrance to the bar.”

“Oh, right,” I say vaguely and stare down at my phone.

We’re at the second anniversary party for Lone Wolfe Productions. I know that Melissa works her ass off and that part of the reason this festivity is so incredible is because of her diligent dedication to not only me, but to her job as a whole as well, but I just can’t fucking concentrate on anything right now. It’s almost as if I have the fucking attention span of a two-year-old.

I have the entire top floor of the Ritz Carlton Hotel in New York rented out for the entire night to celebrate my successes?and my team who helped me along the way.

Why, yes, I have no problem giving credit where credit is due.

Melissa is sitting next to me on a trendy and swanky black leather couch in the VIP lounge area.

She’s trying to give me a run-through of the program for tonight, but unfortunately, I’m zoning out like a fucking space cadet or something.

I have more important issues on my mind right now, and the biggest one is whether or not Molly Quinn is going to show up and be my ‘date.’

“Are you ignoring me?” Melissa cuts through my fuzzy concentration once again.

“Huh? No, sorry, please continue.” I wave my hand at her, but she’s right; it’s a hopeless cause trying to keep me on track.

My eyes won’t leave the entrance. I’m waiting for Molly with full attention on anyone who walks through that door, hoping that the next time I glance in that direction, I’ll see her coming towards me.

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