~ Lily ~
Three days after waking up in Hector’s room above the bar, I did something I would never admit out loud. I investigated who he was— not because I was obsessed, not because I was curious, and certainly not because I had spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about him during board meetings but because I was responsible. There was a difference. At least that was the lie I told myself while sitting behind my office desk.
The lie sounded significantly less convincing when I considered the fact that I’d already checked my phone twice in the last ten minutes hoping for absolutely nothing, because he didn’t even ask for my number. Which somehow felt insulting because most men practically threw themselves at me while he couldn’t even be bothered to ask.
The memory irritated me e
