11 CAMRYNIt’s Friday afternoon, and I’m at the office.
Being the good (nosy) friend she is, Anna has already sufficiently grilled me about my dinner out with Sterling this past weekend, and of course, our evening out last night. I downplayed the strange s****l tension that crackled between us.
The intimacy of the restaurant. The way his gaze stayed glued to mine. His low voice.
A shudder zips through me at the memory.
And then last night, the way he only had eyes for me, despite the roomful of gorgeous women clamoring for his attention.
There’s just something magnetic about him. Of course he’s attractive, but it’s so much more than that. His confidence. His candor. It’s all so intriguing.
If we were both single, I could see myself falling fast for him.
Well, we are both single, but
