Page 6 of Bridesmaid By Chance
From here, I look through the glass of his windows that frost when he wants privacy, and I stare at the crinkle in his brow and the sturdy grip he has on his mouse as he scrolls through emails.
He’s always so tense I wonder if he ever does anything to relax.
Like, what does he do when he gets home from work?
He goes to the gym, that’s extremely obvious. Through his suits, I can see his muscles, and when he rolls up the sleeves of his button-up shirt when it’s late at night and he’s been thinking hard…oof those forearms.
But there must be other things.
Like…what kind of shows does he watch? Does he even watch any?
What music does he listen to? I can’t imagine him listening to anything honestly. In my head, he walks around this earth in complete silence, always thinking about business. He probably drives to work in silence and gets ready for his day in silence, although I bet he listens to the stock market and how well that’s doing. Ugh, boring.
Does he do anything on the weekends?
Does he like sports?
Does he…go out on dates?
I once tried asking Jude about Hudson, but he quickly told me it was stuff I didn’t need to know because I was working for him and anything personal was none of my business. Soooo that was helpful and also somewhat embarrassing.
Either way, I wonder about him. But I guess that’s not my responsibility.
Nope, I’m here to answer emails, schedule meetings, and, apparently now, accompany him to meetings outside the office.
At least it pays the bills.
At least I’m learning what I don’t want to do with my life.
And at least there’s outstanding eye candy.
“We’re here,” I say to Hudson as the car comes to a stop.
Hudson looks up from his phone for the first time since we got in. “Okay,” he answers and then exits without another word.
Sheesh, there’s not an ounce of personality in that man. Which is weird because Hudson was a different man at Jude and Haisley’s wedding. He was more carefree, he joked around, he played games with the family, and he smiled.
But this guy?
Mr. Business.
Sir Tightwad.
Lord Stick-Up-His-Ass.
He’s all sorts of boring.
When I first started working with him, I assumed he’d at least talk to me in the car on the way to a work meeting. Nope, he types away on his phone while I play the Spelling Bee in theNew York Timesapp.
The pangram was “publicly.” My nipples went hard when I saw it. Nothing makes me feel more accomplished in my day than when I find the Spelling Bee pangram.
I exit the car as well, thank our driver, and then straighten out my skirt as I stare at the storefront of Magical Moments by Maggie. The window is covered in pink hydrangeas, inviting anyone and everyone on the street to take a picture. Such a smart idea. Then again, it’s Maggie. She’s an incredibly smart businesswoman.
When we reach the door, Hudson holds it open for me, and as I pass him, I thank him. He just acknowledges me with a nod before following me in. Wouldn’t it have been amazing if he gave me a good spank to the ass instead?
A girl could dream.
“Hey, Hudson,” Maggie says in greeting. She walks up and shakes his hand. “And, Sloane, it’s so good to see you. I haven’t seen you in a while. What brings you here today?”
