My phone pings, shit. If it weren’t going to be bad, he would have messaged me through the work email. His text leaves me confused.
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I’ll be home tomorrow
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He only left yesterday, after the note about him hating flying in and out so quickly I’m not sure what his text means. Why did he text if that was all? Why did it feel so ominous? Why am I wet seeing it?
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Alexa
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It’s almost noon before I get the text. He hasn’t come in, he also hadn't sent a single email since the text yesterday. I know his plane landed an hour ago.
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My place 12:30
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Before I think about it, I respond.
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Ok
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Like I wasn’t going to go. The suspense is killing me. I know I’m useless between now and the time it will take to get to his home. Looking down at what I’m wearing I wonder if I have enough time to go home and change. No, and if I did, I’m not sure what I would change into.
I’m not sure why exactly I wore the dress from my first day. This morning was a repeat of that first day, staring, wondering what the hell to wear. The moment I saw it I grabbed it and didn’t think twice. Now I’m thinking and wondering if it was a good idea or a very bad one.
I’ve been to the Waldorf Astoria twice, both times for events for work and never been past the third-floor restaurant. I know Leo owns a condo in the building that takes up the whole freaking floor. As I press the button to go up to his floor, my stomach flips a dozen times.
When the elevator opens, it's to a foyer with white marble and a huge wooden door. It opens before I knock. Has it only been three days since I saw him? I take him in hungrily as if I’ve been starving. Leo goes still when he sees me and fire flashes in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything.
He walks toward me, at the last second goes around me and presses the button for the elevator. It hasn’t moved and opens back up. He steps in and holds the door open for me. I follow, confused but I don’t ask questions because my tongue is too tied to get anything out.
The doors open again what feels like only seconds later. He steps out and starts walking. I follow him down a long corridor. When he stops at the door, he slides in a card, opening the door. I follow him inside. It’s huge, it’s not just a room it’s a suite. I think it’s as big as my condo. We’ve walked into the living room that has a fire going in it.