Page 23 of Divine Sense
My cheeks pushed into my eyes as I smiled at his message.
This is how it went the last few days after he responded to my text about wearing green. He would answer what I sent him, but I would need to be the one who texted first. Not once over the last five days had he texted me first, but if I sent him a message, he answered.
Am I distracting you Jack? I know you have a thing for shoes.
I do not have a thing for shoes. And no, you’re not distracting me. I don’t get distracted by friends.
My eyes rolled without a second thought at his message.
This is also how it went with him. I would try to be flirty and in the next breath he would shut me down. Somewhere between me going to his office and now, we went from me just being hisclientto me just being afriend. He’s only kidding himself because I know he wants me as more than a friend. The bulge in his pants last week proved as much.
That’s fine. If he wants to believe we’re just friends, so be it. But I know that I’d like to get to know him as more than a friend and I will get what I want. Sinclairs always get what they want.
You sure seemed excited about the ones I wore to see you last week. Would you rather I wear those to the party this weekend?
You can wear whatever you like to the party. It doesn’t bother me either way.
What if I want it to bother you?
My breath stalled in my throat as I sat on my bed, waiting for him to text me back. This wasn’t the first time I had put the ball in his court, opening the door for him to reciprocate. Every time I tried though, it was like he slapped the ball out of bounds and walked off the court, making it clear he didn’t want to play. My eyes glanced at the clock on the wall to check what time it was. I had a final planning session with my mother in less than two hours and still needed to shower and get ready. But the thought of missing a message from him sounded worse than bearing the brunt of my mother’s wrath when I showed up late. She’ll just have to get over it.
The three dots pulsed on the screen for a moment and then disappeared again. After several long seconds, a new message popped up on my screen.
Like I said, wear whatever you want to the party. It makes no difference to me.
I tried again.
What if I just wear nothing?
I can hardly recommend that as it would create a PR nightmare for your family.
Damn, maybe he doesn’t like me.
Wear the ones in the photo, they’ll look nice on you.
It was a simple compliment but it was more than Daniel had given me in months. I curled my lips in disdain and made a face as I thought about him because just the thought of my ex’s name made me sick.
Last weekend while Margaret and I were at the country club I overheard some women in the locker room talking about how they’d seen Daniel out to dinner with ‘a much younger looking girl’ and how they couldn’t believe that he broke up with me.Broke up with me?I nearly stormed over to the half-naked women and told them what actually went down and would have if it weren’t for Margaret giving me her ‘don’t you even fucking think about it’ face. We both knew what would happen at home if I caused a scene in the country club locker room.
You think I’ll look nice in them, Jack?
I think you look nice in a lot of things.
Okay maybe he does like me. Play it cool, don’t overdo it.
See you at the party?
I wouldn’t miss it, flower.
15
KOLBI
Iwas walking back into my office from lunch when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was behind me and watched as Hank took a seat at his desk. We’d just come back from grabbing lunch with Malcolm and Conrad and were working to finish the day early seeing as how a good portion of the office was heading out of town for Christmas. I always liked to give my people two weeks off at the end of the year if we could, so after the Sinclair Christmas party tomorrow, a lot of my team was going to be gone until after the new year. There were always a few people who volunteered to stick around over the holidays to keep things running and I always made sure to show them my appreciation in their final paycheck of the year.
Confirming that the coast was clear, I pulled out my phone and felt the corner of my mouth lift when I saw the nickname I’d given her on the screen.
1 New Message: Flower
