Page 48 of Shade
Aside from Mila and Izzy, Tom is my friend. Probably my best friend lately since Mila is in love, and Izzy is brainwashed by the hockey player. This leaves us hanging out constantly this summer to the point where I actually invite him over on Friday nights and we watch chick flicks.
Pathetic. It’s not at all how I pictured my life going this year, but then again, we can’t all have Shade Sawyer fall in love with us, can we?
The sad part about my new Friday night date?
Tom loves the romantic comedy movies.
It’s something Mila and I used to do while complaining about men. Now one is my best friend. Strange how that happens.
Mila, she went and fell in love with the firefighter from the bar after he rescued her from the burning fire in the hotel.
Oh, wait, I didn’t tell you about that, did I?
Quick recap. You remember how Mila can pretty much attract anything with a dick? Actually, I’ll rephrase that because let’s be honest, if I were into chicks, my first choice would be Mila. Then Tom.
Ha. Kidding. Poor Tom. He’s just so pretty!
Anyway, Mila has always caught Nixon Shaw’s attention. He was an investment banker with Shaw Investments. Like how I said was? Just wait. It gets better.
Now, you remember when I told you about Mila sleeping with a married man once? Before the firefighter. Before Judah. This was back in college.
That married man was Nixon’s dad.
I’ll let you do the logistics here. Jealous son?
Yep.
The jealous side of Nixon got so bad he actually started a fire in the boiler room of the hotel and then trapped Mila in her office, set that on fire, too, and then ran.
What a punk, right? Demented fucking shit is more like it.
Long story short, or not so short, Caleb was called to the fire and rescued Mila from her office. They found Nixon dead in a stairwell. Apparently he wasn’t so good at finding his way through the smoke. He should have thought of an exit strategy before he started the fire that killed him. Stupid fuck.
The hotel was closed for three months, and Mila ended up in the hospital for about two of those months with second- and third-degree burns.
Her and the firefighter now? Madly in I-want-to-have-your-love-child love. I can’t blame her, but he’s certainly no Shade Sawyer.
Given the hotel was under renovations for a few months, Shade didn’t return in the spring.
But guess who’s in town now?
Yep. My dream guy.
There’s only one problem with him being here. I’m not a maid anymore. After the fire, I was promoted to front desk manager.
What the fuck were they thinking, right? I didn’t even do anything heroic. I wasn’t even working the day of the fire.
Regardless, my chances of sleeping with Shade or getting him to notice me are about as high as they were on New Year’s Eve.
I’ve continued to follow him. Okay. I’ve stalked him on social media.
Dude’s on a downward spiral, and I can’t help but think he needs me to pull him out of his slump. Or I need him?
Regardless, there’sneedinvolved.
Knowing all this, how do you think I’m going to get close to him while he’s here? Clearly the elevator run-in didn’t work in my favor and going up to his room and knocking on the door last time didn’t work either.
My problem is solved Friday night, about the time I’m making plans with Tom to watch a movie.
