All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The elevator opened on Liam’s floor and he got out waving at Finn and Peyton. He trudged to his door and got his keys out. As soon as he slid the key into the lock, the door to the other apartment on the floor opened. Liam turned to see Parker leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed over his chest. “You’re home early,” Parker said. “Where’s Loretta?” “She’s staying with Jonathon,” Liam replied, not able to hide his sarcasm and jealousy from his best friend. “I thought she was staying here.” “Yeah, well she’s not,” Liam said, swinging his door open. “If you want to gossip like an old lady, I’m going to need a drink.” Liam stormed through his door and across his open-plan apartment until he reached the bar. He heard the door close behind him and Parker’s measured steps followed him. Liam poured two glasses of scotch and handed one to his friend. “Dinner didn’t go well?” Parker asked with a raised eyebrow. “It was fine,” Liam replied with a huff

Mia checked and double-checked her handbag to make sure she had everything she’d need for her first day at The Playbook. She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties and she’d had a choice between the crotchless ones Peyton had given her as a joke present for her birthday, the granny panties she saved for the first day of her period, or

That was okay. The woman was busy, even Mia could see that and appreciate the pressure she was under. Plastering her smile back on her face she went back over to the security guard and flashed her card at him. “I have my security pass,” she said. “Just scan it at the elevator and you’ll be good to go,” he replied gruffly. “Thanks for your help,” Mia said, practically skipping past him to the bank of elevators. She joined the queue and when the elevators opened she slid her card past the reader with all the others as they boarded the lift and pressed the button for The Playbook. With her back to the side of the elevator car, she tried to adjust her underwear which had begun to slip down her hips in an alarming way. She would have to throw them out at the end of the day, there was no way she was going to go through another day hitching up her panties. It was time to retire them. The doors opened and she pushed through the crowded elevator to escape onto her floor and took a br

Mia felt like an exotic animal at the zoo as everyone—everyone except Liam—turned to look at her. She swallowed thickly, her throat dry, and tried not to fidget with her skirt. No one could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear, right? Her skirt fell to below her knees and it was a substantial black wool with a satin lining, completely un-see-through, but still, she felt naked. Going commando always sounded so badass—uh, so bad-to-the-bone but no one ever said it would feel like the people around her suddenly developed x-ray vision and could see everything that was now on display. She forced a confident smile to her face as Carter introduced her and looked around the table at the people who were now her colleagues. Woohoo! She had colleagues. Finn gave her a wink and she felt the stiffness in her shoulders relax slightly. Liam still hadn’t looked at her, too dagnabbit concerned with whatever was on his phone to even acknowledge her. “Hi everyone,” she managed to squeak out w

“We need the right subject. Someone who has enough pull to draw readers in.” Liam nodded, what Carter was saying was true, but there was something about Carter’s tone that rubbed against Liam in an unpleasant way. Carter was up to something and Liam knew whatever it was would end up being a big pile of steaming shit for him to deal with. Carter was a master at dumping his friends in it and then standing back to watch the show. Carter smiled and for a flash, Liam saw the vampire brother from that ridiculous vampire show who so many people thought was Carter’s doppelgänger. Stefan or Steven or something. And now Liam knew for sure Carter had something up his sleeve. He was doing what he did best—he was playing the room, drawing his audience in, and setting them up so that when he sprung the trap, everyone would be so enamored with his idea that they would agree without argument. But Liam was wise to his machinations and he had no intention of jumping on the Carter Crazy Train.