Page 42 of So This Is War
“That would be correct.”
She writes it down on her pad as she says, “Feels likeYou’ve Got Mail.”
“Huh?” I ask.
“You know, when Tom Hanks says he’d send Meg Ryan a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if he knew her name and address since she loves New York in the fall.” I stare at her, and she shakes her head, continuing to write on her notepad. “Never mind. Anything else?”
“Skittles,” I say.
“Skittles,” she says flatly. “Do you want some?”
“Yes—”
“And let me guess, you want them sorted by color with a certain ratio?”
Shocked that she’d guess that, I nod. “Yes. Fifty percent red, the rest I don’t care.”
She winks. “Red is my favorite too.” She writes down a note. “Anything else?”
“Uh, I think that’s it for now. I’ll have Blakely send you my social media clips so you can start working on posts, and I’ll get Penny involved with you on the calendar stuff. I have it so they just input my events on the calendar, but now you can approve them and prepare me for what I have going on every week.”
“Sounds great.” She smiles brightly. “And as for moving in, am I allowed to paint? Hang things?”
“Yeah, whatever you want to make it comfy.”
“Okay, great. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take part of the day to set up my space, so I’m free for you moving forward.”
“Yeah, that works,” I say.
“Great.” She holds out her hand, and weirdly, I take it. She gives it a good shake. “It’s a pleasure to work for you, Mr. Posey.” I lift a brow, which causes her to laugh. “I mean, Levi.” She winks and then heads back through the kitchen toward her hole in the wall.
I lean against the counter and let out a deep breath.
I can do this.
I will probably barely even see her.
And in the meantime—because I cannoteverfuck my hot-as-hell assistant, who I want more than my next Cup win—I have to find someone to fuck. Ineedto get this raw and exasperating energy out of me.
Levi:I’m unwell.
Eli:Is it the bologna? Dude, we don’t want to hear about it.
Halsey:I told you not to eat that shit.
Pacey:Remember when he got sick in Banff from eating five sandwiches within two hours?
Silas:Remember when I got sick just hearing him say he devoured the whole package of bologna while doing it?
Levi:This has nothing to do with my precious bologna. Stop hating on it, you fucks.
OC:You know, we really shouldn’t be food shaming.
Eli:OC, you have some brown on your nose.
Silas:Yeah, dude. If you’re sucking up because you’re looking for love help, just act like you don’t want it. He’ll insert himself then.
Levi:PAY ATTENTION TO ME! I’m unwell because I stepped on a mouse and killed it today. I can still feel the squish.
