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bye.”
I hung up before she could ask too many questions and sat down on a bench. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but it was getting close. I thought about all the effort I put into looking like his “type”. I thought about his reaction and the feel of his arm around my waist. I remembered how he charmed my parents and our discussion while we danced. “Neighbors” and “Buddies” and playful banter that meant absolutely nothing, because I was nobody. He couldn’t even tell her I was just a friend that accompanied him this evening. I was nobody. He left me there to fend for myself without a goodbye or an explanation of any kind. I saw headlights slowing and I walked to the curb while my sister’s Lexus pulled up in front of me. I slid into the passenger seat and thought to myself, “And people wonder why I have trust issues”.
Chapter Four
I stayed to myself on Saturday. My sister left early, seeming to understand that I needed to be alone. That’s one thing about Melody. She knows when to push and when to step back.
I refrained from my daily run, because it would mean leaving the apartment and there was a chance of running into “him”. Likewise, I abstained from the gym. I ordered in food and settled down to work. I had enough notes to start an outline, trying to do it without malice would be the hard part. I had to try though, because if I found it impossible, I’d have to let him know he needed to find someone else. I would never compromise my professional integrity for the sake of piece of shit CEO scumbag playboy. Nope. Not me.
By five o’clock, my phone was making me mental. He started calling around noon and he never stopped. Wait. There was that brief interlude between two and three when I imagine he grabbed lunch, but he was right back at it by three. I set the phone to go directly to voicemail so I wouldn’t have to hear the incessant ringing and that helped a little, but not much. He started ringing my office phone and I had to unplug it from the wall.
By seven, things had settled enough that I found myself napping on the sofa in the sun. The warmth from the rays made me feel like a kitten in a sunbeam and I just curled up and fell asleep. The sun would be setting soon, so I’d placed a comforter nearby and my head rested on a pillow from my bed. I was comfy and thinking of nothing for the first time all day. Sleep claimed me quickly.
At eight I thought the building was being demolished. At least that’s what it sounded like to me. I was jolted from my dreams by loud and unrelenting pounding on my door.
“ Dorothy, open up! I know you’re in there, the doorman said you haven’t left all day! Open the damned door!”
Great. The Lone Wolf was howling outside my door. I had no idea what he could possibly want with me, nor did I care. I still hadn’t made up my mind if I would continue to be affiliated with Mr. Sloan, and until I made that decision, I wasn’t sure if it was wise to talk to him. But the pounding had to stop. I did have a neighbor.
I went to the door and looked through the peephole. He was disheveled and possibly drunk. I didn’t need that either. He looked like he hadn’t shaved since last night, but at least he’d changed clothes. Speculating on his hygiene was getting me nowhere and I was still determined not to let him in.
“ Deacon, take a hint. I don’t want to talk to you, so get the fuck away from my door. Go home. Leave me alone.”
There. That seemed clear enough.
I heard his hand run down the door and then a thud. When I looked out the peephole again, I saw the back of his head. The thud was his forehead hitting the door. What a drama queen.
“ Dorothy, we need to talk. Buddy to buddy.”
“ Fuck-you buddy. I’m nobody, remember? Not a date, not a friend, not anything. I’m nobody. You asked me if I trusted you Deacon and then you
I hung up before she could ask too many questions and sat down on a bench. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but it was getting close. I thought about all the effort I put into looking like his “type”. I thought about his reaction and the feel of his arm around my waist. I remembered how he charmed my parents and our discussion while we danced. “Neighbors” and “Buddies” and playful banter that meant absolutely nothing, because I was nobody. He couldn’t even tell her I was just a friend that accompanied him this evening. I was nobody. He left me there to fend for myself without a goodbye or an explanation of any kind. I saw headlights slowing and I walked to the curb while my sister’s Lexus pulled up in front of me. I slid into the passenger seat and thought to myself, “And people wonder why I have trust issues”.
Chapter Four
I stayed to myself on Saturday. My sister left early, seeming to understand that I needed to be alone. That’s one thing about Melody. She knows when to push and when to step back.
I refrained from my daily run, because it would mean leaving the apartment and there was a chance of running into “him”. Likewise, I abstained from the gym. I ordered in food and settled down to work. I had enough notes to start an outline, trying to do it without malice would be the hard part. I had to try though, because if I found it impossible, I’d have to let him know he needed to find someone else. I would never compromise my professional integrity for the sake of piece of shit CEO scumbag playboy. Nope. Not me.
By five o’clock, my phone was making me mental. He started calling around noon and he never stopped. Wait. There was that brief interlude between two and three when I imagine he grabbed lunch, but he was right back at it by three. I set the phone to go directly to voicemail so I wouldn’t have to hear the incessant ringing and that helped a little, but not much. He started ringing my office phone and I had to unplug it from the wall.
By seven, things had settled enough that I found myself napping on the sofa in the sun. The warmth from the rays made me feel like a kitten in a sunbeam and I just curled up and fell asleep. The sun would be setting soon, so I’d placed a comforter nearby and my head rested on a pillow from my bed. I was comfy and thinking of nothing for the first time all day. Sleep claimed me quickly.
At eight I thought the building was being demolished. At least that’s what it sounded like to me. I was jolted from my dreams by loud and unrelenting pounding on my door.
“ Dorothy, open up! I know you’re in there, the doorman said you haven’t left all day! Open the damned door!”
Great. The Lone Wolf was howling outside my door. I had no idea what he could possibly want with me, nor did I care. I still hadn’t made up my mind if I would continue to be affiliated with Mr. Sloan, and until I made that decision, I wasn’t sure if it was wise to talk to him. But the pounding had to stop. I did have a neighbor.
I went to the door and looked through the peephole. He was disheveled and possibly drunk. I didn’t need that either. He looked like he hadn’t shaved since last night, but at least he’d changed clothes. Speculating on his hygiene was getting me nowhere and I was still determined not to let him in.
“ Deacon, take a hint. I don’t want to talk to you, so get the fuck away from my door. Go home. Leave me alone.”
There. That seemed clear enough.
I heard his hand run down the door and then a thud. When I looked out the peephole again, I saw the back of his head. The thud was his forehead hitting the door. What a drama queen.
“ Dorothy, we need to talk. Buddy to buddy.”
“ Fuck-you buddy. I’m nobody, remember? Not a date, not a friend, not anything. I’m nobody. You asked me if I trusted you Deacon and then you
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