"I'm going to lose it," I mutter as I drag my sofa, trying to reposition the furniture in the living room to make it work. I've already dealt with the kitchen, fixing the wallpaper I purchased a while ago, but I had no time to set it up. I fixed the bookshelf in the spare room and did a few things in the bathroom. Not because I'm the twenty-something-year-old woman who arranges her apartment at night. No. The reason why, at midnight, I am putting my back to work instead of sleeping or relaxing in bed is because of the noise coming from the floor above mine. The sound of music and people competing to see who can talk the loudest kept me from sleeping. "I'm going to lose it, and I'm going to take someone with me," I mutter, abandoning the sofa when my strength fails and plopping it down. "And I know who I'm taking down." Because Connor Everest is a stubborn, flightless bird. At home, he acts like he's the only one living in this building, and at work, he drags his feet so slowly I
"Don't tell me you'll make me go alone?" Mira, my best friend who lives miles away but somehow found herself in the city, says as she tugs on my arm. "Please, Evelyn?" I'm tempted to shake her off, but she weighs less than me, and I might send her flying across the room. "You have friends," I point out. "Why don't you ask one of them to go to the club?" She pouts. "But I want you to go, I miss you." I give her the side-eye. "You know what I mean,” she adds, letting go of my arm. "They are not my friends, per se. Just fellow artists, and they will end up drinking and leaving me alone. You've always been the one with the motherly tendencies, so you'll keep an eye on me, and make sure I behave." I shake my head. "You want a chauffeur. I can't," I exhale, "believe you came all this way to ask me to be your chauffeur. What if I want to drink? What if I want to party? Did you think about that?" Mira looks at me like I've sprouted horns. "You want to drink?" she says. "Evelyn, you do
I lose Mira five minutes after we walk into the club. First, it was the issue with the bouncer who wouldn't let us in because Mira didn't inform me about needing a pass. I had to pay some money after she flashed her doe eyes at me, and then we walked into a loud, dark place where we bumped into everyone we passed. I was in the process of trying to get through all the people when I lost Mira. And I wouldn't look for her, but she has my purse. If I'm going to get a drink I need to find her. Thankfully, she wore a bright pink shirt that will be a dead giveaway. I push through people, offering muttered excuses and squeezing myself through until I finally see her shirt. She's dancing with someone already, and he has his arm around her, so I try to get her attention without alerting the guy. "Mira," I shout over the music, moving with them. "Mira." "Mira," I say a little louder, tapping her arm. The man turns around first, and my jaw drops when I see it's Ken. Ken, Connor's friend an
"What do you want? I am trying to enjoy myself," I immediately pounce. "Tell me you didn’t follow me here just to make more snide comments."He waves his hand, beckoning to the bartender. "You can rest easy. The only reason I said that was because you were going to ruin the night for both our friends. I didn't want you to do that on my behalf."On his behalf? This man must have some giant ego issues. I wonder how many people have had to bend to his wishes to make him who he is today.He doesn't know that his position or status doesn't move me when I've been in circles with men from countries all over the world, with wealth and power."I didn't do it on your behalf," I correct him. "I needed Mira to hold my purse while I used the restroom, so I took her hand. I don't know why you think I'd factor you into the equation."The bartender brings my drink and takes Connor's order. I hold my drink and wonder if I down it all here or take it and leave. Without another thought I tip the glass ba
My jaw twitches, and I stare at Evelyn dancing with some other dude—his arm around her waist and her back pressed against his chest.I know the feeling that courses through my body is jealousy, and I don't want to feel it, but I can't help it. I hate the fact that she's dancing with someone else when it could be me.When it's supposed to be me."Hey," long red nails touch my chest in a way that is supposed to be seductive, but it irks me. "Do you want to dance?"I grab her hand and push it away."Don't touch me," I say harshly.But the woman doesn't seem to listen as her hand sneaks up again, this time close to my ears. Her lips, too."Are you sure? Because for you, baby boy, I'll do anything."This time around, I turn to her with a scowl on my face."Do I look like I want whatever you're offering?"Her hand drops, and her lips pucker up. "What was I supposed to think? You've been standing here for the past thirty minutes, looking like you've got a broken heart.”Just as she finishes t
I don't know how long we danced, but Evelyn finally pulls away. I sense the reluctance before I see it in her eyes."I have to go home," she says. "I need to get Mira first.""Right," I mutter.I don't want to let her go. But I do."I'll call Ken," I offer.She gives me a grateful smile.As I take out my phone, I see a message from Ken. I smile and hand the phone over to her, but Evelyn groans."What?" I ask.She shakes her head.I grab her chin gently and make her look me in the eye, but my words die on my lips as we lock eyes. It takes more than a minute to remember what I intended to say."What’s wrong?" I ask."I can't drive myself home. I drank too much.""You don't look drunk to me," I say tentatively, trying to get a definitive answer from her without seeming forward.I don't want the moment that passed between us to be a result of the alcohol.She shakes her head."Not that drunk. Most of what I had left when I was dancing, but I'm not sober enough either.""Why don't I take yo
Soon enough, our clothes are on the floor, and left in our underwear, I take her hand, leading through the doors to my bedroom. Despite my vast sexual experience, I have never brought anyone here before. It's the only room that no one enters. Yet, it feels right to bring Evelyn to it.I hit the switch for the light as we stumble in the dark, holding on to each other and trying to find our way."Isn't this your room?" Evelyn says with a laugh. "You should be able to in know your way in the dark."A warm light enters the room, and I let my eyes feast on her again. "You have my mind completely occupied and I am having trouble thinking about anything else, Evelyn."She scrunches her nose in disbelief. "Yeah, yeah. You're just saying that to get into my pants."I overtake her steps to the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her flush against my body. My hand goes under her chin, as I've noticed she avoids eye contact when things get hot and heavy."You don't believe me, do you?"She shrugs,
How do I look him in the eye after last night?I wonder, holding a file to my chest and standing in front of Connor's door, wondering if I should give up and drop the file with his secretary. But I'm not the type of person to hide behind someone else. At least when it comes to every other thing in life.Sex and entanglements are two areas that I'm willing to admit I have very little expertise in—after all, I've only ever been with two other people apart from Connor."Which is why I should have said no last night," I berate myself.There was enough time, from when he asked me to dance with him to the ride in the elevator. I cannot claim that I didn't see him punch in his floor number, but all I had in my head at that moment was sex.How would it feel to finally do it with him? What happens when I throw caution to the wind for a night?"Well, now you know," I put my forehead in my hand. "You've gone and done it with not only the person you're working for but your insufferable neighbor."