Not wanting to jinx myself, I stuff all the things I might need, including my laptop, into a bag and make my way down the hallway. The hem of my flowy dress floats behind me, adding to the sensation of taking flight and being free.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I hear Cayden say to whom I’m assuming is a delivery guy. “Make sure you drop off the tiles tomorrow.”
“It appears there really is no rest for the wicked,” I quip as I round the corner, seeing Cayden and a young deliveryman. “Monday will be fine.” The stranger’s eyes widen in appreciation of what he sees, and Cayden inhales sharply. I’m quietly saddened he’s no longer topless.
Riling him up shouldn’t give me this much satisfaction, but it does. “I believe this is something more,” I casually say, running my palms over the soft materi
