~ Lily ~
Three days passed before I used Hector’s number.
Not because I lacked opportunities.
But because I possessed something resembling self-control.
A rare condition, apparently.
By Wednesday afternoon, I was seated near one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse while my nail technician worked quietly and my assistant attempted to organise next week’s schedule from across the room, outside, the stretched beneath a pale blue sky. Inside, my attention kept drifting toward my phone, which sat face down beside me.
Not because I expected Hector to text me.
Because I absolutely did not.
The fact that I checked twice in ten minutes was completely unrelated.
“Thursday is still open for the charity board luncheon,” Ava one of my assistants was saying. “And your meeting with t
