VERSUS (Second Chances 2)

“She’s here.”

That’s more than I could have hoped for. “Eden is here?”

“That she is.” He nods. “She just went back up with some take-out. It looks like she’ll be stuck here for most of the night.”

Not if I have a say in it.

I glance at the elevators. “I’m going to run up and surprise her.”

His brow knits. “She’s up there alone. I should probably call to let her know you’re here.”

“We’re old high school friends.” I toss him a wink. “Give me the chance to surprise her like old times.”

The only time I ever surprised Eden was when I showed up to her dance recital. I’ll never forget the look on her face or the tears in her eyes.

“How can I say no to that?” He starts toward the elevator. “You need a keycard to get up at this time of day. I’ll swipe mine and send you on your way.”

Chapter 19

Eden

This is the very reason why some adults need to wear bibs.

I stare down at the large red splotch on the front of my white blouse.

Everyone in the office has been raving about the spaghetti at Calvetti’s so I put in an order for take-out.

I admit it’s the best pasta I’ve ever had, but I dropped a forkful of sauce onto my blouse.

Dammit.

I glance around my empty office to the darkness in the corridor beyond it.

I’m the only one here.

There’s no harm in running the blouse down to the dry cleaners two blocks over.

They’re open until nine.

The only problem is that I have nothing to put on to replace my shirt. I can’t race around Manhattan in a lace bra.

I suppose I could, but I’d rather not get arrested for indecent exposure. One plus is that I would save big on attorney fees since I’d represent myself.

I giggle as I think about my defense.

“Your honor, I blame it all on the tomato sauce,” I say as I unbutton my blouse. “I had to make a choice. Save the shirt, or save face. I chose the shirt because it fits perfectly.”

I hold open the front of the blouse. “I present Exhibit A. My breasts. They look amazing in this blouse.”

“They look better out of it.”

I spin on my heel at the sound of the familiar male voice coming from the doorway of my office.

A smile slides over Dylan Colt’s lips. “What the fuck is going on here, and how do I get in on this action?”

***

I wrap the sauce-stained blouse around me. “What the hell are you doing?”