Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I glance over to where the dress I bought a few days ago is hanging in my closet. It’s black, sleek, and sexy. The fit is divine.
When I tried it on at the Ella Kara boutique, I was struck by the style. My back is completely on display, and the hem falls just above my knee. It’s sophisticated but edgy enough to turn heads.
Arietta encouraged me to buy new shoes to go with it, but I’m relying on my favorite pair of black heels. They’re comfortable, and I know I won’t come home at the end of the night with blisters.
“Are you excited?” Arietta asks. “I’d be so excited to go to Howerton House. You’ll take pictures for me, won’t you?”
“I will.” I nod.
She glances at my bouncing knees. “You’re nervous.”
I have to pretend to be Keats’s girlfriend for the evening. I’m not convinced that I have the acting skills to pull that off. “I want everything to go well tonight.”
“You mean you want Keats to get that Fletcher guy to sign on the dotted line.”
Arietta has no idea that the Newmans think that Keats and I are involved. I didn’t tell her because I’m hoping that after tonight, we can drop the lie.
“It will,” she reassures me with a pat on my shoulder. “Stand up and stretch it out. It’s time to get ready.”
I push to my feet. “Are you staying home tonight?”
She places Dudley on the bed. “I’ll hang out with my favorite guy.”
“Mr. Calvetti is finally back from Italy?” I joke.
She laughs. “You know I meant Dudley, not Dominick.”
“I know.” I wrap an arm around her shoulder. “The bar down the street has half-priced martinis on Saturday nights.”
Her eyes meet mine. “I’m good. It’s the puppy and popcorn for me tonight.”
It’s a fake relationship with my boss for me tonight.
With any luck, this night will end with Fletcher Newman as a client. Once that happens I can go back to not being the pretend girlfriend of the man I have a real crush on.
***
I press my finger to my phone’s screen to cancel the Uber I ordered.
It was due to arrive ten minutes ago. I’ve been standing on the sidewalk outside my building anxiously waiting.
Ricky, the doorman, has come outside twice to check on me. He disappeared when Mrs. Belars from 4B emerged from a car with an armload of packages. Ricky happily helped her with everything, promising me that he’d find a cab for me after he got back from her apartment.
I’ve lived in Manhattan my entire life. I know how to hail a taxi.
As one approaches, I lift my hand. I make eye contact with the driver. He smiles as he pulls up to the curb.
Just as I’m about to reach for the door handle, a hand darts out to grab it.
I turn to thank the person opening the door for me. A man with short-cropped blond hair scoots around me and slides onto the backseat.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, with frustration laced into my tone. “This is my cab.”
I don’t have time for this bullshit. I’m going to be late for the party if I have to argue with this inconsiderate fool.
“It’s mine,” he says curtly. “I’m in a hurry, so kindly step away from the car.”
“Get out of that car.” The deep, velvet voice of a man sounds behind me. “Now, Hudson.”
I turn to look at the man now standing next to me. He’s tall with brown hair. He’s dressed impeccably in a dark blue designer suit with a light blue tie. He’s ridiculously handsome.
“No.” Hudson crosses his arms over his chest. “Shut the door. I’m leaving.”
The stranger leans into the car to speak to the driver. “Give us a minute.”
The driver shrugs and then nods.
“Out.” The suited stranger says. “Get out, Hudson.”
“Or what?” The rude jerk shakes his head.
The stranger rests one hand on the roof of the taxi as he talks to the jerk. “What the fuck is that? Are you five-years-old?”
I let out a laugh. I should be looking for another cab, but I want to see how this plays out.
“This cab is going nowhere other than this woman’s destination.” The handsome stranger smiles at me. “Give me a minute more, and you’ll be on your way.”
I nod silently.
Hudson finally drags himself out of the car. “I paid you once to help me, William. You don’t get to call me out whenever you want.”
William steps back to allow Hudson to move around me. “If you’re acting like a selfish bastard, I sure as hell will call you out.”
An obviously frustrated Hudson drags a hand over his head. “Where did you come from anyway? I didn’t see you walking down the sidewalk before I got in the cab?”
“You were too busy thinking about yourself to notice anyone else.” William picks a piece of lint off the shoulder of Hudson’s sweater. “Apologize to this woman and offer to pay her fare.”