Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 7: A New Adult Romantic Comedy (11 page)
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Authors: Adele Huxley,Savan Robbins
“Yeah, I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.” He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “You do also realize we don’t have Thanksgiving in England, right?”
“Really? But you do have the Fourth of July, right?” I exclaimed.
“Well, of course. But its only significance is coming after July third and before July fifth.”
We slowed to a stop in front of the deli door. I shook my head sadly. “I don’t know how we’re going to work through all these differences.”
Clint smiled broadly and gave me a quick kiss, his nose cold against my cheek. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out. But you’re definitely coming to my family’s Christmas, turkey or no turkey.”
I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Fine. If I
have
to.”
It was a few months into our relationship and I had to pinch myself every time we were together. I kept expecting something to go wrong, to hit some insurmountable issue we couldn’t get past. Other than the distance and time apart, I couldn’t have been happier. I think that’s why we had these play fights, to feel like a
normal
couple who argues.
For the first time since that fateful Friday night months before, Clint and I were both heading to into Greene Publishing. I just had a normal work day ahead of me but he wanted to tag along to hand-deliver a thank you present to Lisa. My boyfriend, ladies and gentleman. What a guy!
Little did I know, that diversion to the deli downstairs would give me my first present of the holiday season.
The small deli was crammed full of people grabbing breakfast on their way to work. I knew exactly what I wanted but hung back so Clint could read the menu. I idly scanned the busy employees and spotted a familiar, albeit sour, face standing at the register. I quickly looked away, knowing that this moment would be sweet.
After placing our order, we made our way slow to the register. I didn’t say a word, trusting fate would let everything play out fairly.
“Two bagels, one with cream cheese, one with lox. That’ll be…” Abi looked up and froze. At first she only spotted Clint but when her gaze dropped to me, her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Miss Beckett! I’m surprised to see you here,” Clint exclaimed. His friendliness was genuine. I hadn’t told him Abi was the one who’d exposed my blog to him and Lisa. Didn’t see the good it would do. Even her dismissal had been kept quiet within the company. One Friday she was there, the next Monday… gone.
“Eight dollars,” she said tersely, the stained brim of her hat hiding her embarrassment.
Before I continue, I have to say I have absolutely nothing against service jobs. Nothing. I worked as a waitress through college. It takes all sorts of jobs to keep the world turning, one is no better or worse than another. The glee I took from seeing her in that dirty uniform came from her own shame. Abi clearly thought the position she found herself in was beneath her.
Clint frowned as he handed her the money. “Taking a break from the publishing world?”
I cut in, savoring this moment. I placed a gloved hand on his arm and said, “It’s a difficult business.” I peripherally saw her wince. “Hey, it’s so crowded in here. I’ll wait for the food and meet you outside, okay?”
When Clint was out of earshot, I gave Abi the smarmiest smile. “I’m so glad I have a chance to thank you. You disappeared so quickly.”
“Talia, listen.”
“No, you don’t understand,” I insisted, leaning over the cash register. I loved that she couldn’t even look me in the eye. “I wanted to thank you. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have gotten a book deal and that man out there might not have asked me out.”
Her face was a gorgeous shade of crimson when she finally looked up. “I’m so sorry. If you could just tell Lisa…”
I collected the bag with our breakfast and patted the counter between us. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. But it’s okay. Don’t blame yourself. Blame your upbringing.”
I’d like to think she melted like the Wicked Witch as I walked away, but I suppose I’ll never know. I didn’t look back. I was too busy moving forward, excited for the day and what new adventures lay ahead.
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I parked the car in the back lot, heading in one of the secret back entrances I’d since learned about. It was my main point of entry now, easier to avoid the growing mob of protesters outside.
My conversation with Autumn cycled through my mind as I rode the elevator to the top floor.
Is that what it is? Just a safe crush? It feels different…
I walked down the hall, preoccupied with my thoughts.
It feels like more than a crush, like I could actually come to really trust him. I mean, the guy is like pure sex molded in the flesh…
As I pushed the door to his office open, the universe practically proved my point. Xander stood with his back to the door, shirtless, skin gleaming with sweat. He turned as the door clicked open, his usually perfectly styled hair hanging in his eyes. He wiped his face with a white towel and nodded.
“Morning Maisie, you’re here early.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes from his body. Every shiny muscle popped and rippled with his movements. His abs were hard and flat, the lines of his obliques disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants. I couldn’t detect an ounce of fat on him… and I was looking way too hard.
“I needed to get started on… the… thing…” I said, stumbling over my feet and words as I quickly walked in. I did my best to appear casual but felt like a robot trying to act human.
“Care to be a little more specific?” he asked with a half smile. He wiped down his chest with one hand, my eyes following his every move.
“I need to print and collate the packets for today’s meeting,” I said as if in a trance.
“Ah, okay then. Well, I’m glad you’re here.” He squatted down and rolled onto his back, beginning a series of rapid sit-ups. “Take a seat, I’ve got some ideas I want you to jot down for me while I finish.”
I blinked several times, a voice in the back of my mind screaming, “MOVE STUPID!” I dropped my bag and pulled out a legal pad, sitting on the edge of the desk with a pen poised.
What I hadn’t been able to explain to Autumn was how over the past few weeks, I’d learned how to compartmentalize my thoughts. It was like I’d developed a split personality. Maisie the professional appeared and acted as she should. As Xander rattled off his ideas and thoughts for expansion, things he wanted to address with Rian at the meeting later, I quickly transcribed. Professional Maisie thought, smiled, responded like nothing else was going on inside her head.
But Other Maisie, the one I wasn’t very familiar with, didn’t think… not with words. She ran almost on pure instinct. Her thoughts came in images… her teeth sinking into his shoulder as he lay on top of her, his broad hands splayed across her stomach. She thought in imagined sensations. What would it feel like if he pressed me against the wall? To ride him, his fingers digging into my hips as we…
“Did you get that?” he asked, pulling my attention.
“Yup. Researching the next ten cities for expansion, possible scouting trips to meet and greet,” I read from the page.
One point to Professional Maisie.
Xander nodded before smoothly flipping over to his stomach. He proceeded to do push ups while I tried not to stare at the muscles on his back.
At least he can’t really catch me staring from this angle,
I thought with a thrill.
He continued talking, although with growing difficulty as his workout continued. Other Maisie wondered what that kind of stamina might mean in the bedroom while Professional Maisie took notes. He finished with a long huff, laying prone on the floor for a few seconds to recover.
“It might seem overwhelming at first, but you joined the company just as we’re about to expand. It’s going to be a lot of hard, difficult work, but it’ll be exciting.” He rocked back onto his knees, wiping his skin down again with the towel. Even though we were talking about work, I felt like his walls were down lower than ever before, that I was seeing a more complete version of Xander for the first time.
“Sure, yeah. It’s good business,” I said as my eyes dropped to the legal pad. “Everyone has sex.”
Xander laughed, his voice deep and hearty. “Other than funerals and burials, our business is one of the most future-proof you can find.” His burning gaze traveled down my body for a split second. “Even if people aren’t having sex, they’re thinking about it.”
A lump grew in my throat as my cheeks turned a light pink. “Yup, absolutely.”
God, I sound like a clinical idiot.
It was just a casual comment, but I instantly feared he was reading my thoughts.
After another pounding heartbeats of him studying me, he rocked back to his feet and stood. “I’ll need to meet with Rian before the meeting. He should be downstairs somewhere, if you wouldn’t mind finding him for me.”
“You want me to get him now? The meeting isn’t until two and…”
Xander walked to the attached bathroom as he spoke, the door swinging partially shut behind him. He raised his voice as the shower warmed up. “We have a lot to go over.”
“Okay, sure,” I called out. Flustered, I gathered my belongings, tucking the notepad under my arm. I couldn’t believe how casual he was acting. Between the conversation I’d had with Autumn that morning and watching him exercise half naked, my brain felt like it was going to implode.
Just as I put my hand on the handle of the office door, Xander stepped out from the bathroom, a black towel loosely held at his waist. “And don’t let him wiggle out of it. If you haven’t already noticed, he avoids responsibility like the plague and it annoys the ever-living hell out of me.” He ran his hand up and along his forehead, smoothing his black hair back.
I nodded, Other Maisie holding control of my brain for a split second. She was picturing what his body would look like if that towel just simply… fell… to the ground. I coughed and rearranged my things. “Of course. Firm hand,” I nodded.
Xander’s smirk was too much, like he knew what Other Maisie was thinking. I fled from the office and ran to the bathroom to run my wrists under the cold water to calm down.
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My eyes returned to the bag of blue liquid dangling over my head. I watched it drip, drip, drip. I followed the snaking blue tube all the way down to the crease of my elbow before it disappeared behind a criss-cross of medical tape. The nurse had said it would take a little while to kick in but I was already starting to feel woozy. The way my skin buzzed wasn’t entirely unpleasant and I thought I might actually enjoy a high like this given any other circumstance.
