Page 69 of Never Been Matched
“Yeah.”
I have to put the phone away from my face so I don’t laugh into it. “No. Nothing happened. She’s too young for me.”
“She’s probably early twenties. Not much younger than me.”
“I’m thirty. You’re both too young for me.”
“Whatever, old man. I was teasing. I know you’re in love with Vivien. Now, get back to work. I’ll call you later.”
“I am not?—”
He hangs up.
Dick. I chuck my phone back on the desk and then turn back to the Massachusetts Uniform Trust Code.
A presumption of undue influence may arise where a confidential relationship exists, and the beneficiary was involved in procuring the amendment . . .
Shit. This is awful.
The office door opens. Oh, good, another distraction. Maybe it will keep my thoughts off Vivien, who I am not in love with. I just find her attractive. That’s all.
Vivien appears in the doorway, her cheeks pink from the cold.
I blink at her like she’s an apparition. Did I conjure her?
She speaks. “Hey. Sorry, I forgot my toothbrush, I think.”
I shift to my feet.
“Please.” She holds up a hand. “Don’t let me disrupt you. I’ll pop upstairs and grab it and get out of your hair.”
I should absolutely sit back down. Let her go search for the toothbrush. There is literally no good reason for me to help her. And yet, when I open my mouth to tell her to go ahead, it’s like the words pop out of someone else’s mouth. “I’ll go with you.”
She nods. “Great.”
I follow her up the stairs, trying my damn hardest not to watch her legs as she moves, the flex of her calves in her tight jeans. I’m absolutely not picturing them wrapped around me.
I trip on the stairs.
“Are you okay?” She stops, turning back to check on me.
“Fine.”
In the apartment suite, she flicks on the bathroom light.
It’s a small space. It takes half a second to ascertain that there is, in fact, no toothbrush on the narrow counter.
“Hmm,” she says, bending over to check around the sink.
My eyes fall shut.
Is she trying to kill me?
The cabinet door creaks as it opens and closes.
I blink and force my eyes open, right as she’s straightening to face me.
“Maybe I did grab it, but it’s in the wrong bag or something.” She’s too close.
