She looks unconvinced for a moment and then shrugs. "Please keep it down, sir, so we don't have an actual problem and have to come back." "What was that?" Ken asks when I close the door and walk back in. "Why did the cops show up? I wave my hand. "Wrong floor." "Oh. Okay." "Could you give me a minute? I need to check on something. I'll be back soon." With my mouth set in a grim line, I head down the elevator to confront the culprit. She doesn't come to the door until I press the doorbell three times. As soon as the door opens, I open my mouth to unleash the fury of my displeasure, but the words don't make it past my lips. "What?" Evelyn asks, thrusting her hands on her hips. "I wasn't going to respond, but I know you're the kind not to get the message that I don't want to see you." I would, but right now, the fact that Evelyn has on a see-through shirt with nothing underneath is holding me tongue-tied. Quite literally. I shouldn't be staring, but I can't help it. And I'm not s
Evelyn"You didn't look into it when I told you, and now, things are about to go down the drain.""Well, good morning to you, Miss Lockhart. I thought I was the only one having a fine morning," Connor says in an irritating, cheery voice as I barge into his office, waving a document.I ignore his subtle sarcasm and march to his desk, dropping the document on it. "Look. It's all there. You can see that there is a major flaw with the mechanics. If these prototypes are cleared for assembly," I scoff. "What am I saying? You cleared it."Connor cracks his knuckles and clasps both hands, placing his elbows on the desk."Are you telling me that what I vetoed and gave the all-clear, isn't clear?"I nod. "Yes. That is exactly what I am saying. Now," I raise a hand to stop him from interrupting, "When Ken told me about this project, I was sold from the get-go. But if you are allowing things like this to pass, then I quit."The severity of my tone has him frowning, and he picks up the document. W
Evelyn."So, you don't organize the parties?" I take a sip from the glass in front of me.We ended up going to a cozy bar with good lighting and a pleasant smell. Connor offered to pay for whatever I ordered, so I got the most expensive cocktail on their menu."Nope, I don't. I like parties, I won't lie to you, but my friends are more outgoing than I am.""The blond?" I question."Veronica?" He echoes.I nod. "Yeah. I guess that's her name. I don't recall."Connor laughs and shakes his head. "You don't recall? You guys talked when you came to my apartment the first time."I roll my eyes. "We didn't have a conversation. I asked her where the apartment's owner was after she assumed I was there for the party. Just like you did."He places his hand on his chest and, looking solemn, says, "I sincerely apologize for that. I am also sorry that I didn't listen to you. I was an asshole.""Are you sure you didn't hit your head?" I question in disbelief.He grins."Nope. But if there is one thin
Connor"You know," I tell Evelyn as we ride the elevator down. "When I asked you to go bowling with me, I didn't think you'd agree. I was expecting to be turned down.""So, you could tease me about not having a social life or something to that effect?" She cuts in and shakes her head. "I know all of your tricks, Connor Everest. If you think I will allow you to taunt me, you have something else coming.""Plus," she shrugs, "I like bowling. It is the only recreational activity where you can picture the head of someone you don't like rolling down the lane and crashing against the pins."I know her words are empty threats, but I gulp audibly, which makes her laugh."I am not talking about you, don't worry."I exhale."Phew."The doors open, and we get out."Does that mean there are people more annoying than me in your life?" I question as we head through the lobby. "I wouldn't have thought so."Evelyn flashes me a look with her lips downturned in a so-you-know way. "I don't let people's a
ConnorWe end up at a golf club, and Evelyn whispers in my ear, fifteen minutes after we get on the course, that she doesn't know how to play and is not about to embarrass herself.I laugh. "Why don't I teach you? You're a fast learner, so you only need a few lessons and thirty minutes."Her eyes widen with glee, and I swallow an amused chuckle. Who would have thought that this woman—formidable in the workplace -- could have this childlike wonder in her eyes when trying new things?Heading to the golf cart nearby, I take out two golf clubs and a golf ball."We will work on your swing," I explain as I hand her one of the clubs. "Having a good swing is all about positioning. You must know how to hold the club, or you'll lose your swing even before you start."I can tell she's a little nervous when responding, but she's also trying her best to act casual and confident. Like it's no big deal."Okay, you have to hold it like this," I gesture.Evelyn looks like she's trying to strangle the
Connor"I'm not embarrassed," she says firmly, but her eyes refuse to look into mine. "Far from it."I can tell she feels the same way, though, because if there is something Evelyn cannot hide, it's her body language. Leaning closer, I place my lips next to her ear."What do you say we forget golf? We can find someplace, you and I, to get things done."She moans softly."What do you say?" I repeat, nipping her earlobe.Evelyn nods. "Uhun."I kiss her ear and run my tongue down the side of her neck. When I feel her completely leaning against me, I retreat."What?" Her eyes fly open. "What—why?""Why what?" I feign ignorance.She looks puzzled, raising her hands and dropping them when she doesn't find the right words. But I keep up my act, watching her get all flustered. Although it's taking all of me to keep from taking her hand and ditching this place, it also pleases me to see that Evelyn wants me as badly as I crave her.My withdrawal is a tiny punishment for her denial."Aren't we
Evelyn"You don't need to compliment me, you know," I say with pride, sitting in front of Connor.After the impressive presentation I just gave, I expect him to break out in applause and say something along the lines of, you're invaluable to this company, but I'm not one to toot my own horn.He shrugs. "I wasn't going to.""What?""You did your job. Do you need me to praise you for doing your job?"Is he being serious? I spent the last three days making sure my work was impeccable, and to make sure my presentation was spot on, perfect. I had to work with three other departments because I needed to make sure there were no flaws in the data logs.And I don't get even a thank you? Stubborn, flightless bird. I should have known his sudden change in behavior was a fluke."Stubborn, flightless bird?" Connor echoes my thoughts out loud. "That is what you called me the other time, right?"Crap. I said that aloud, didn't I? I chew on my bottom lip, thinking of how to cover up for my spill. The
Evelyn"Hi," my chest is heaving as I stand in front of Connor's door at eight pm, holding the leash of my Golden Retriever, Bucky. "I'm sorry to come here at this time, but I need to ask for a favor.""What is it?" He responds in a concerned tone, but when he glances at my dog in uncertainty, I don't know if he's more worried about what could have brought me to his door at this time of the night or the dog."Can you watch Bucky for me? I'll be back to get him in the morning, but I just got a call from my mom's neighbor that she was rushed to the hospital. My dad is out of the country, so I need to go. But I can't leave my dog alone overnight."Connor exhales as he looks at Bucky, who has his tongue out and his tail wagging."I don't—why can't you keep him in your apartment for a few hours? Isn't he trained? I mean, you leave him at home when you go to work, right?"I bite my bottom lip, trying not to panic. "The truth is, I won't be back early. And I am guessing you have never owned
EvelynMira's idea of a small after-party had to be the equivalent of putting me in a tight spot. We piled into cars, nine of us in five vehicles, and headed to a bar.I was the only one without a ride-along because everyone suddenly had a partner. She wanted to call it off at the last minute, but I assured her I was fine.I'm not bitter about everyone being a couple, but I'm the only one fresh out of a public engagement.I was lying through my teeth and it was not my best performance, but she was too happy to see it. Just like she forgot to mention that Connor would be attending because I'm seated at a table for two like everyone else, staring at my half-full glass when he walks in.Walks up to me and asks—"Is this seat taken?""What are you doing here?" I ask, cocking my head and glaring at him.He turns to Mira, who is tongue-deep in her husband, and then turns back to me."Mira? We met after the reception, and she said I could come. It's supposed to be a small gathering for frien
Evelyn"Hey, you—"The words die on my tongue as someone steps in front of me, wearing a dark blue two-piece suit with a small smile on his lips. My chest swells uncomfortably, and my stomach bottoms as I stare at him."Evelyn," he whispers my name. "I—it's good to see you.""It's not good to see you," I snap and then mentally berate myself for not being able to control my emotions.Everything comes flooding back—the disbelief I felt when I was reading that message, the anger that followed, and the ache in my chest as I drank until I blacked out.How I hoped that he would find me as I packed my things from the apartment two days later, even though I had scheduled it at a time I knew he would be out.When he called my mom, I wished Connor would have ignored her answer and come looking for me.But none of that happened, and as the weeks went by, I slowly found a way to deal with the pain. It no longer made me feel like I was drowning in my sorrows.And now...he's here, and it feels like
ConnorKen sucks his teeth."I'm not sure, but if I were pissed at someone who I thought loved me and wanted to get away, I might try to throw them off my trail.""Or not," he shrugs. "Evelyn might have been telling him the truth because she didn't factor in you coming to look for her."The big question is, how could I have missed it? For God's sake, she lived under me. I should have heard the noises or seen something—her, the moving people.I tell Ken."If she did it when you were at work, then you wouldn't have noticed," he says. "What about her parents?"I shake my head, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel."I doubt it. Evelyn told me how she moved out of their house because they were overbearing. She wouldn't go back there. But," I hesitate on discarding the possibility, "do you think I should call just to be sure?""Her father is a tough man, but her mom and I might have struck up a friendship when they came to my office.""Then you should call," he says.Grateful that I did
Connor It feels like the elevator cannot go any faster as I stare at the doors, my heart pounding and my palms sweaty. If anyone told me that making amends with the love of my life would be the scariest thing I ever did, I wouldn't have believed them. But it is. Ken pats me on the back. "You've got this. Just go with your gut and don't try to make excuses. Be a hundred percent honest." "Okay," I nod. "Okay." The doors open, and I step out, heading for Evelyn's door. Ken tells me that he'll stay by the elevator to give us some privacy. As I get closer, I remember all the times I stood in front of her door, teasing her or asking her if I could come in. I recall the first time she let me in and how intimate it felt to finally be in her space. I can't believe I am going to lose all of that. But, come to think of it, I haven't seen her car in the parking lot since the evening of the gala. I was too out of it to pay attention the next morning, but I noticed her spot was empty yeste
Connoied when she said she had feelings for me."What did you do, Connor?" Ken repeats.Letting out a sigh, I tell him about the party, how I went out looking for Evelyn and found her on the phone with her mom. I narrate what I heard as best as I can to Ken, making sure to add a few phrases verbatim.He looks at me confused when I finish, shaking his head."And you didn't ask her what she meant by that?""It was pretty clear," I respond.Ken leans forward, and his posture is almost intimidating. Almost."Are you certain it was what you think? You said you heard her on the phone, talking to her mom. You had no way of knowing what was being said on the other end, did you?"I shake my head. "No. But did I have to know? If you heard Mira on the phone saying the same thing, what would you think?""The first thing I'd do is ask her why," he replies. "Her response might break me or clear things up, but it's better to know for sure than to think something that is not right."There's a knock
EvelynI don't know how she knows I'm here—my guess is that I must have drunk-dialed her—but I follow her to a corner table.Mira pulls out the chair for me to sit, and I do so. She pulls out the other one and does the same."So, do you want to talk, or do you need me to watch over you while you drink, take you home, and then talk about it in the morning."All I want to do is forget.I don't want to see Connor tomorrow and I have to ask if he meant that we're never going to be an item, if he was deceiving me all this time, if he couldn't see that I was in love with him before he broke my heart with one text message.Digging into my bag and opening the message, I thrust my phone at Mira. She looks at me with concern before taking it and seconds after, her eyes widen as her lips part slightly."What," her eyes meet mine, "is this?""I thought he was going to propose tonight," my voice breaks from the start. "One stupid reporter said that Connor," I sniff, "talked about a wedding and I a
evelynit turns out to be harder than i thought or expected because after going round and round, there is no trace of connor anywhere. i go to the parking lot, but his car isn't there either.we came separately, but why would his car be gone? did he leave without me? maybe he had to drop someone off?scratching my head and trying to figure out which of the questions is the right one, i head back to the hall and, by a divine stroke of luck, run into ken."there's the star of the evening," he says cheerily. "everyone is talking about you."i blush. "me? i'm just the cyber person. i'm sure you heard them talking about connor, but i appreciate the flattery."he shakes his head."nope. it's you. everyone on the team has been talking about how you made sure everything went well, and i might," he smiles, "have chipped in a thing or two.""thank you. um, have you seen connor?""oh yeah. minutes ago? or an hour? i'm not so sure. he was looking for you."why isn't he around, then?i wrack my he
Evelyn"Miss Lockhart!"I'm accosted by a reporter as soon as I walk back into the hall, and I brace myself preparing for the barrage of questions he's about to ask.After all, this is the event everyone has been waiting for, although they didn't know that.The reporter grins as he gets closer and then stretches out his hand, which I accept."Good evening. I'm Gerald. With the Evening Times. I met your fiancé earlier, and we had quite the conversation."Oh?I cock my head, suddenly interested in the interview.Connor and I haven't seen each other all night. If you don't count the one time we bumped into each other and he was whisked away seconds later. But not before he kissed me on the cheek and said he had something to tell me later.The only reason I haven't had the chance to steal my fiancé away and kiss him in the cover of the hallway's darkness is because I've been making sure everything is going smoothly and he's been playing the perfect host.We just might be Yin and Yang if I
Connor"I have to go, mom. The party isn't over yet. My boss must be wondering where I am now," Evelyn says.I turn away, blinking rapidly, and stride through one of the open doors into the hall of bright lights and a lot of chatter."Mr. Everest." I turn to see a reporter flashing a smile. "I've been looking all over for you."I put on a fake smile that irks me, but I swallow my irritation, reminding myself that my attitude will affect the articles that will come out tomorrow."Good evening," I respond."I'm with the Evening Times. Would you mind answering a few questions on the project that was unveiled this evening?""I have three minutes to spare," I inform him.His recorder goes on, and the small mic comes close to my face."Building a sophisticated piece of tech like the GloChange without word of it getting out must have taken a lot of effort. Can you tell us how you did that?"By faking an engagement with a contracted consultant and falling in love with her in the process, then