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Her Filthy Rich Boss(6)
Author: Summer Brooks

“Yeah,” I replied, nearly automatically. “I do.”

“Okay, then,” Logan said with a light laugh. “You’ve got my word. I’ll let you know what she says.”

When Logan and I hung up, I actually punched my fist in the air.

That beautiful blonde beauty who didn’t give a damn what anybody thought was soon going to be aware that I had been thinking about her.

And hopefully, she had been thinking about me, too. That was all I had to deal with right now. If things went well, then we could get to that whole deal with Thailand.

 

 

2

 

 

Sarah

 

 

“Oh, come on, it could not have been that bad,” Katy insisted, shaking her coffee with such serious vigor I was almost shocked that she didn’t spill it.

But then again, that was my little sister: Thirty-one, vivacious, and the kind of person who never made mistakes.

Ever.

It was kind of annoying, actually. Katy had always been this way- pretty, tall, absolutely perfect. She had breathtaking red curls and bright blue eyes that were just like mine, only hers were set in clear porcelain skin with no freckles insight. She was always right, and she always got whatever it was she wanted.

Which is probably why she could hardly fathom the fact that I had made a complete and total fool of myself the morning before. I’d just finished repeating the entire, awful ordeal to my sister, Bella, and Clara over coffee at my nearly empty apartment.

My entire life was in boxes, scattered around what used to be my living room and dining room. In fact, the only furniture I still had was my bed and the dining room table, which had become my sort of catch-all over the last two weeks as I packed up my life and prepared to move to an entirely different country.

I’d saved enough money to live there comfortably for a year, but I was already looking into ways to offset the cost. First and foremost, I planned to teach English online to kids in China and Japan, which seemed to be a favorite habit of ex-pats over there. All a person needed was to prove sufficiency in the English language, after all. I’d also started to pick up a few freelance articles on various blogs and online magazines, flexing muscles I hadn’t used since high school while simultaneously reminding myself that I had some talents.

Unlike Katy. She had all the talents. One of which was an uncanny ability to know when I wasn’t telling her the entire story.

“What else?”

“Huh?” I asked innocently, knowing I’d calmly skipped over the part where Rhett and I ran into each other and a few of those stupid paparazzi had snapped my picture before realizing I was a big fat nobody.

 

“Katy’s right, you’re not telling us something,” Bella interrupted, sipping on her decaf coffee and opening her green eyes wide as she waited for my honest answer. She rubbed her seven months pregnant belly lightly, as she always did nowadays. She was as big as a horse, and I already knew this little boy was going to be a bit of a giant.

“Fine,” I sighed. “After my little, uh, blow up at the guy with the quarters, I ran into someone sort of famous outside of the corner store. Someone we all know, actually.”

“Famous?” Clara replied, raising a tired eyebrow.

Poor Clara always looked tired nowadays. Even though Eva was sleeping through the night more often now, she was still awake at midnight every other night, breastfeeding until her daughter was satiated.

“I don’t know anyone famous,” Katy replied. “I wish I did, sometimes. I’d love to have a rich friend or two. Life would be so much easier.”

“Katy,” Bella replied with a chuckle, “you’re rich. What are you talking about?”

“I’ve got a good job,” Katy replied. “I’m not rich. Consulting doesn’t pay enough for me to buy that yacht yet.”

“Ugh, a yacht,” Bella replied breathlessly. “Maybe I should tell Logan to buy one of those.”

“Looks who’s talking now?” Katy laughed.

I settled back, hoping that they’d completely forgotten about my little lie of omission.

But it appeared that a few seconds of hardly witty banter was all the two of them needed, because, by the time I lowered my coffee mug and could see them all again, I was faced with three big sets of eyes staring me down, waiting for me to speak.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“The whole story, Sarah,” Katy replied firmly.

I took a beat, trying to think of some sort of lie that would convince them. But they all knew me too well. They’d be able to sniff out a lie within seconds.

“Rhett Thompson may or may not have been standing outside of the corner store when I was trying to go in,” I replied casually, looking anywhere but at their faces. “And I may or may not have had a slightly awkward run-in with him that resulted in me smashing my face into the glass door.”

Silence.

That was the only thing that followed my words. Finally, when I dared look at them again, I saw that all of their jaws were nearly on the floor.

“What?” I demanded. “It’s not like you guys haven’t met Rhett before. At Bella’s engagement party.”

“Well, yeah, but that was different,” Katy replied. “That was in front of company, where we had to behave around a celebrity.”

All that stuff I said about Katy being totally brilliant? I took it back completely. She went way too crazy over famous people.

“It’s really not a big deal,” I replied with a shrug. “I mean, it was awkward as hell, sure, but I don’t even think he remembered my name for the first thirty seconds.”

Katy was squinting at me, attempting to dig out any more nuggets of truth that I was keeping from them.

But there were none.

“Can we just do our Saturday tradition one last time before I leave?” I asked, turning to the T.V. that was now sitting solidly on the floor and turning it on, opening up the smart internet browser to YouTube.

“Don’t think we’re forgetting about this,” Clara singsonged in my ear as she turned to enjoy the television.

This had been a longstanding tradition among the four of us, ever since we were in college. Of course, as we got older, what was once a weekly tradition had morphed into monthly and then had become bi-monthly, and now was something we only did whenever we could find the time for it.

This weekend, I had forced everyone to find the time. We needed to do this one last time before I went away for an entire year.

At least.

What I hadn’t yet told a soul was that I had no idea how long this trip would truly be. All I knew was that I needed to do something, to feel something, and to explore life.

For the next two hours, we comfortably let YouTube pick and choose the videos we were watching. They were a mix of makeup and lifestyle videos, and videos by realtors that showcased the beautiful homes they had for sale.

Honestly, real estate videos were like my porn. There was nothing more satisfying to me than seeing a farmhouse out in the middle of Tennessee with seven bathrooms and an indoor basketball court.

Suddenly, after those two hours, a very familiar face popped up as the next video started to play.

Rhett Thompson was standing in the middle of a massive, updated kitchen with a soft smile on his face and his hands folded in front of him.

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