Heartless: Episode 2

“Don’t get pissy. Let me have my fun. I’ve never seen you like this before, all riled up over a girl.”

“Well, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“You plan on getting over her soon?”

“Fuck no. I plan on getting under her—among other things.” I smirked.

6.

ELIZABETH

Barbara knocked on my open office door before waltzing in, carrying another vase spilling over with all white roses.

“My God,” my voice breathed out at the sight of them.

I wasn’t sure what it was about white roses, but when the first bouquet from Daniel had arrived, I had decided that they were my new favorite flower. I had also agreed that any lingering anger from the night before was officially gone as of this moment. It’d all stemmed from my ego and pride anyway.

“Seriously, Elizabeth, if you don’t marry this man, can I?” She placed the vase on top of the drawer of files behind my desk.

Spinning my chair around, I reached for the card, wondering what it would say this time.

All I see is you.

I swooned, out loud, before handing the card to Barbara to read.

“You should probably at least call him this time to thank him.”

“You’re so helpful.”

“I’m here all week.” She winked and closed my office door, leaving me alone.

It was her subtle way of telling me what to do.

Staring at my cell phone, I debated between sending him a text or calling him. Texting seemed too impersonal at this point, but after our phone call this morning, I wasn’t sure how much more of his words I could take hearing.

Fuck it.

I dialed his cell phone number and held my breath with each ring.

“Elizabeth,” he breathed my name into the phone.

Part of me melted into my chair. “Thank you for the roses, Daniel.”

He laughed slightly. “I’m impressed.”

“Why’s that?”

“You actually called me the day you got them this time. Unless…” He stopped mid-thought.

“Unless what?”

“Unless you only called me so that I wouldn’t show up at your work again. Are you trying to keep me away from you?”

It was my turn to laugh. “No,” I admitted honestly.

“Good. Have dinner with me tonight then,” he said.

My breath caught in my throat. “Tonight? Where?” I started looking at the door as if he’d bust through it again at any moment.