Episode 7:Let's Talk
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AMELIA’S POV
"You kissed Ian Hunt?" Lucia, my best friend's eyes bulged out with her mouth forming an 'O' her shock was priceless.
"Could we not?" I rolled my expressive eyes, "It just happened."
I fought the smile tugging the edges of my lips when she prodded. Not like I'd expected her to just back off.
"The tea is all I live for. So spill."
"Lucia I'm in the middle of work could you just shoo?" I gesticulated with my hand, the smiles on my face knew no bounds.
"If you don't spill your guts at lunch then I'mma beat it outta you." She took the file on my desk with a snort on her face and turned to leave.
Teasing her the more, I casually stated, "I'll be having lunch out. Mr. Hunt and I have a few things to discuss at lunch."
Lucia pivoted, her eyes roamed my face for a trace of humor or anything to suggest this was a joke.
"Now it makes sense. Louboutin heels, Zara dress, and makeup today. Sounds to me like a lunch date." She was back at my desk.
"If I don't get things done real quick I might not have time to leave for lunch and..."
"You two just met yesterday, kissed, and now lunch?" The smiles and joy left her face.
"Yeah, so?"
"Cancel it."
What?
She caught the confusion on my face and leaned on my desk.
"You're a very busy woman with no free period on such short notice," Lucia muttered.
"Are you out of your mind? I already confirmed I'm free today and..."
The phone on my desk rang. I glanced at the caller ID, Mr. Hunt. My heart sank to the pit of my belly.
"He's calling..." I announced. But why?
"He's going to cancel. Cancel on..." She remained silent because I answered the call.
"Mr. Hunt?" I chose to ignore my crazy best friend who tried to manipulate me into canceling on a man who, like a knight in shining armor, came to my rescue the previous night.
"Hello," his rich baritone came through the speaker, a little hesitation then he added, "Can we reschedule lunch for another day..."
"That's absolutely perfect, I have a meeting by noon with the board and was just about to call you."
"My apologies, an emergency at home that needs my attention."
And some pleasantries then the phone went dead.
"How in hell did you know?" I blinked blankly at my best friend.
"It's the player's game. We'll talk later. Lunch's on me."
Lucia exited the office leaving me to wallow in my disappointment.
I should've listened and cancelled first then I wouldn't have felt so tossed aside.
My assistant Brent Mendez returned with folders that needed my attention. It was barely lunch and I literally became so drained.
"Mr. Wright just dropped in," Brent informed me with his gaze on his phone.
"Let him see what the team has been working on, I'll join him in ten minutes."
The day went by as a blur with so much to do. At lunch, Lucia was hell-bent on getting every detail of the previous night.
"Ethan's the biggest loser of all time. I'm glad you walked away." She said it with the most fake smiles of all time. "So now, back to Ian Hunt."
I groaned and filled my mouth with the croutons in my salad. Talking about Ian didn't make my day any better but Lucia was never going to rest until she squeezed it all out from me.
"Ian popped out of nowhere and came to my rescue. The kiss only happened because we needed to convince Ethan and his blonde bimbo."
"I don't see any reason why you needed to convince that scrub." She snorted, "How did Ian know..."
"Can we not talk about this?"
I didn't need my crazy best friend psychoanalyzing things to make them into what they weren't.
"Do you think there's more to Ian Hunt than just saving the day?"
"A lot more. You don't imagine he just stumbled on you at the party?" Her voice filled the lunch area.
"Could you keep it low?" I hushed. "You mean he's been onto me the entire night?"
"Have you always been this dumb?" She teased and I swatted her arm, a chuckle left her, "We won't play dumb to think last night was just one big coincidence."
Thinking Ian Hunt picked interest in me at some point enough to have me checked out and stalked to a social gathering sent an unknown chill down me.
I pushed back the lump in my throat and asked, "What if it is all a coincidence? He saw just how uncomfortable I grew with those vipers and chose to intervene?"
Thinking about it now, that sounded quite unlikely, Lucia had a point. But in all, we couldn't just dive into conclusions, not yet. Not until I met with Ian again.
My phone buzzed, drifting my attention to its screen. An unknown ID but I read the text.
"Let's talk." It wasn't until I saw Ethan's name attached to the message did I realize it’s actually was my ex-husband.
Luckily, Lucia's attention was on her phone saving me from having to sit through a hundred and one reasons why I should never see my ex-husband again.
"Ethan just texted me," I said regardless.
"I know." She shrugged negligibly, "With how beautiful you looked last night and your little charade with the man Ethan could never be half of, he's likely to message you." A sly smile curled on her cherry-red painted lips.
"He might as well make my vendetta an easy one. I didn't expect to have him text me. Not so soon."
I chose to ignore Ethan's message, tapped on the block icon, and that problem was solved. He didn't deserve my attention.
"Oh my gosh," Lucia looked away from her phone to my face, her tone alarming.
"Is everything okay?"
"Dr. Greg Hunt," her eyes darkened slightly, "Confirmed dead this morning in his L.A mansion."
I blankly regarded Lucia. Like I knew who this person was.
"Dr. Greg, the boob guy?" She rolled wearied eyes when I still didn’t get it, "The best breast augmentation surgeon in the country?" She huffed, gave up, and flatly said, "Ian Hunt's relative."
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