Page 46 of Snatched
“I mean it,” he continues. “You seem…energized. More confident than usual. It’s great to see.” He gestures vaguely at me. “And you look nice today. Big Friday plans?”
I nearly swallow my tongue.
“Oh—just, you know…” I wave a hand vaguely. “Plans.”
“Date?” he asks casually.
My whole body tries to shut down.
“NO,” I say too fast, too loud, too aggressively. “Nope. Not at all. Just…a hang. With…someone.”
Kill me. Kill me now.
Greg laughs. “Sounds fun either way. Enjoy your night.”
“I will,” I squeak.
He gives me a thumbs-up and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.
As soon as he’s gone, I lean back in my chair and stare at my office.
My nice, clean, professional office.
I’m thinking about my desk, specifically. It’s a good desk, sturdy and wide.
Exactly the kind of desk one could theoretically…
“Nope,” I mutter. “NOPE. Absolutely not. Zero making out. Zero touching. Zero romance.”
I spin my chair in a slow circle. I’m not going there.
“It’s not a date. It’s ahang. A logistical exchange.”
My eyes drift to the window, catching my reflection.
I look…good, fresh and excited. Plus alive in a way I haven’t in maybe two years.
“Oh God,” I whisper at my reflection, “it’s a date.”
I bury my face in my hands, then force myself upright.
“No. No it’s not. I’m paying. I used the wordhang.There will be no making out on this desk or any other furniture in this city.”
I really need to stop talking to myself.
Luckily my phone buzzes.
I check and it’s a message from Colt.
My stomach flips so hard I nearly lose consciousness.
I grab it before my brain can start narrating the moment.
COLT: Just wanted to make sure last night didn’t stress you out too much.
Hope your Friday’s treating you good.
It’s just a harmless text, innocent and friendly.
