Page 15 of One Night in Paris
Tears sprang to my eyes. No one had ever given me a tip so large. It seemed like Logan might actually like me and want to get to know me better.
“Princess Juliet, get your ass in gear! People are hungry!” Dotty’s grating voice jarred me from my pleasant thoughts. Sharply, I snapped back to reality.
What the hell had I been thinking? I didn’t have time for the hot rich guy or anyone. Crumpling the note, I shoved it into my apron and headed to the next table that needed my attention.
9
LOGAN
“Have a good day, Mr. Wilson.” Hanging up the phone, I finished typing in the notes from my conversation with the CEO of a prominent architecture firm we were planning to do some work with. Ever since we’d nailed the account in Paris, work had been pouring in even more quickly than before. It was getting to the point where we weren’t able to keep up. I needed to check with HR to see if they could put out some feelers about hiring a few more staff members.
With the task at hand finished, I paused for a moment, as I normally did, and stared out at the New York City skyline. Ordinarily, I’d take a few breaths and concentrate on relaxing. But today, my thoughts immediately went to Harper.
I still couldn’t get over running into her at that diner over the weekend. All this time, I’d been convinced that she was some rich lingerie designer who owned her own company and lived in another city. Now, to find out that she not only was nothing of the sort, but she lived in New York? I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
Checking my phone had become a gut-wrenching habit since I’d jotted down my phone number on that scrap of paper and left it at the restaurant for her. Getting her number would’ve been ideal, but I had doubted she would even consider giving it to me if I’d asked. So I’d taken a chance and put myself out there. Now, every five seconds I found myself looking at my phone to see if she’d sent a text or I’d missed a call. Every time, there was absolutely nothing.
With a deep sigh, I refocused my attention on the work I needed to get done. I’d put out a few fires this morning already, so now I just needed to focus on day-to-day tasks. Checking my desk calendar again, I saw no meetings. I also double-checked on my computer to make sure my assistant, Michelle, hadn’t put anything in. Sometimes, she forgot to tell me about them. Sometimes, she forgot a lot of things. Michelle’s assistant work was a lot like Trevor’s mechanical ingenuity, practically nonexistent. But she’d come recommended by a member of the board, so I’d given her a chance about a year ago. Now, I wished I’d hired someone a bit more competent.
My office door came flying open, and the blonde marched in a few feet, an annoyed look on her face. She was pretty but young, maybe twenty-four. My understanding was that she’d gone to college majoring in something that was supposed to allow her to be a social media influencer, but her parents had wanted her to have a “real” job. Lucky me.
“Hey, Michelle. Remember we talked about knocking?” I plastered a pleasant smile on my face, trying not to sound like a dick, but she had a habit of barging into the office even when I was busy with a client.
“Oh, yeah. Right. Uhm, there’s some guy here to see you.” Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she folded her arms beneath her chest, pushing her already overly exposed breasts further up. The outfit she had on wasn’t reallyappropriate for work. The pink skirt was far too short, and the matching top practically showed her navel. All attempts HR and myself had made at pointing this out to Michele had fallen on deaf ears.
Like most things we pointed out to Michele.
“Some guy?” Puzzled, I was about to ask her who it was when Trevor ducked his head in my office.
“Dude, I’ve told her, like, a hundred times you don’t care if I just come to your office as long as I don’t hear talking.” Shrugging, Trevor rolled his eyes in annoyance.
If he had any idea how much Michelle reminded me of him, perhaps he wouldn’t be so put out by her.
“It’s fine, Michelle. This is my friend Trevor. He can come on back whenever he comes to see me.”
“Whatever.” Michelle spun around and walked around Trevor. Pausing at the door, she started to pull it closed behind her but then froze, her eyebrows knitting together. She closed it further, but not all the way, then knocked and pulled it closed.
Trevor stared after her for several seconds before he turned to face me. “Does she need something else?”
Hearing her heels clack away from the door, I knew she’d only been confused as to whether or not she was supposed to also knock before she left the room. “No. What’s up?”
“Dude!” Trevor came over to my desk and plopped down in one of the chairs across from me. “I booked the skydiving trip! Did you get my email?”
Glancing at my computer, I saw that he had sent me a calendar appointment. Without studying it too much, I clicked accept. “Got it. That’s cool. But you didn’t have to come all the way down here to see if I got the invite, bro.”
“No, I didn’t. I have some other better news. Guess what?” His eyes were wide, a goofy grin spreading his mouth.
Whenever Trevor was in a mood like this, he reminded me of a little kid on Christmas Eve, trying to talk his parents into letting him open a present—or fifty. “What?”
“Rainbows and Bruises has a newRambo-themed course! I just saw it online. It’s totally awesome with all of these sets out of the movies! They even give you a headband and camo sash to carry all of your ammo in!”
My eyes stayed glued to his face, my mind pondering why this was of interest to him. “I didn’t know you were a closetRambofan,” I muttered.
“Are you kidding? I’m a fan of anything Sylvester Stallone does! Anyway, I figure we get over there, bribe them to let us in right away, and take some aggression out on some bad guys, you know?”
“Bad guys?” I repeated, my eyebrows scrunched together. “I think you’ve lost your mind.”
Undeterred, Trevor continued. “Come on, man! This is a special occasion. Let’s go get our paintball on.”