Page 91 of Our Best Friends Wedding
“No problems here Adrien. Look, I need to get back to a meeting.”
“Ok.” I slam the phone down.
I pull my phone out, and it takes everything in my power not to call Sara. I pull up my messaging app and find Kyle’s name.
Adrien: Kyle I need you to send me the footage from the conference room Sara is using.
Kyle: I’ll have it to you in an hour. I met Sara earlier. Surprised you’ve not stormed the place yet.
Adrien: I’m using all my willpower :)
Kyle: FYI I’m meeting up with her tonight.
I should be happy she’s not hiding away and seeing friends, but I can’t believe I’m actually jealous that all my friends may see her, but I’m not.
Mondaythrough to Wednesday was a shitshow. Jenna is still being weird, and I can’t place it. And Susan is pissing me off daily. I’ve told Jenna I don’t want to see Susan on my call sheet the rest of the week.
In Sara’s absence, I’ve reverted to my old ways of staying at the office till nine,
Jenna is not pleased.
It doesn’t matter how many times I tell her to go home nine times out of ten; she stays. Maybe that’s what’s up with her.
Kyle sent me a bunch of Sara pictures, and I forgot just how sexy she is when she's excited about something. It makes me remember the old days really fucking good.
The late nights when it was just the two of us were some of my favorite things. Note to self: attend more of Sara’s meetings after this.
I’ve purposely not been attending so that we’re not used as a fishbowl. But hell, she knows how to work a boardroom.
And now I’m getting hard. AGAIN.
My wrist is loving having Sara around.
I walk into the office on Thursday, and I can’t take it anymore.
Jenna is seated at her desk.
“My office, now.”
I’m firm, something I don’t usually need to be with Jenna.
Her face drains and I sort of feel bad. But not enough to apologize. Hell no.
I take off my jacket and hang it up on the coat rack behind me. Then sit behind my desk.
“Jenna. Spill. I know something is bothering you. You’ve worked for me for far too long for you not to tell me what’s the matter. Is it something I did?”
She stops fidgeting and looks at me over the top of her glasses.
“I’m the reason you and Sara are… whatever you are at the moment.”
Not this again.
“Jenna, how many times do I need to tell you I made this problem by not being honest with Sara from the start?”
“Yeah, but I threw gasoline on the fire, provided the match and threw the lit match on it.”
“Jenna, you can be really fucking creepy sometimes.”
