Well, Christian had nailed our first client.
“How are you so good at talking with people?” I asked.
“What?” he asked.
“In the meeting. I couldn’t gather my thoughts. I knew what I was trying to communicate, but it was like my lips didn’t get the message. How do you do it?” I asked.
“Stella Harte is asking me for advice?” he asked. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Sorry I asked,” I said as I ripped my car door open.
“I’m kidding; I’m kidding. Look, do you really want to know?” he asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said.
“Like, truly really?” he asked.
“Cut the shit, Gunn. Yes,” I said.
“Then, I’ll help you understand tomorrow,” he said.
“What does that mean?” I asked
“You’ll see tomorrow. Right now, I have to meet with the contractors over at the store. They’re installing some plumbing for our offices. I’m hoping to put a little bathroom up there for us to use,” he said.
“So, you’ll tell me all your secrets tomorrow?” I asked.
“You got it,” he said as he popped the trunk of his car.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Giving Angela her welcome-to-the-family box,” he said.
And as I watched him walk over to her, I grumbled when her eyes lit up. Her hands brushed against Christian’s as she took the box from him, and I could see her eyes giving him one last run-over as he turned and walked away. Christian wasn’t a piece of meat to be ogled. He deserved better than that.
But, I could’ve sworn I saw him walking a little taller back to his car.
I dipped into mine before I could catch his eye and wondered what he had planned for tomorrow. Why did it have to wait? Why couldn’t he just tell me now? Surely it wasn’t a laundry list of things I had to do to work on this, right?
Either way, I was anxious for what he had planned tomorrow.
Chapter Nineteen
Christian
I was excited about teaching Stella something. In the entirety of us growing up, there had never been a moment where she had ever come to me for anything. She always knew everything, always understood everything, and always knew how to operate everything, even if she was wrong. She could do no wrong, she couldn’t get anything wrong, and if she was wrong, she argued until it seemed as if she was right.
So, I was reveling in the fact that she had asked me for help. She had not only recognized a lack in her abilities, but she had felt comfortable enough asking me for help.
I had to admit; there was a swell of pride that welled within my chest yesterday when she asked.
I walked into the office ready to go, and Stella was standing there with a cup of coffee. She held it out to me before she leaned her back against the hallway wall, and I grinned at her before I took a sip.
“So, what is this magical advice that had to be postponed until today?” she asked.
“All I can tell you now is that we aren’t starting out today in the office. Come on,” I said.
“Wait. Where are we going?” she asked.