Richard POV
I did not move for a long time after the girl left my office. I stood, willing her to say something, give me something to reply to. But she was as silent as me. And now she was gone.
My cell phone rang on the desk. Rather than the need to answer it, it was the screeching sound of its vibration that forced me to stomp towards it.
As I picked it up, the name on the screen froze me in place for a moment.
Ivy Johnson.
"Fvck! Damn it!" I put the phone back down.
The first day we agreed to meet, I'd gone home to take a nap and had immediately forgotten that Ivy Johnson was back in the pack, looking as attractive as ever, and wanting us to get coffee.
She had called that night. But when she was trying to reach me, I'd been busy peeking at Theresa Nile in the male bathroom of t
