forgotten about him. “I’m not with Matt.”
“I hope not. But do you still want to be putting on this show
that I’m your fake boyfriend?”
Shit, he used the word fake. Was he already tired of her?
“No, I suppose not. You’re released from you duties.”
He leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll call you
soon, and we’ll plan something. How does that sound?”
“Good.” She hoped he meant it and this wasn’t his way of
saying goodbye. “You’re welcome to come by anytime and take me to lunch.”
“Maybe I’ll come tomorrow.”
“I’d really like it if you did.”
“I’ll text you in the morning to let you know for sure. Is
that okay?”
She nodded.
“You are a woman of few words.” He laughed then turned and
headed toward his car.
Jane stood on the porch and watched as he pulled away. She
couldn’t figure out yet if he really liked her and they would continue seeing
each other, or if this was the end. He’d finished what he’d agreed to and he
could return to his usual life.
Letting out a loud sigh, she headed inside. She’d wait for
the text message in the morning and maybe then she would have her answer.
* * * *
As Ben drove home he couldn’t help but feel giddy. It was
those damn teenage feelings again. Now that he knew that jackass Matt was out
of the picture, he could fully move forward with Jane. He’d hated having it in
the back of his mind that she might have still wanted him. When he had
mentioned Matt’s name, Jane had actually looked confused for a moment, as if
she had totally forgotten the man existed. That was a good thing.
Now he hoped he could get his schedule changed around
tomorrow so he could meet her for lunch. If he had his way, he’d meet her for
lunch every day for the rest of his life.
Ben entered his house and was immediately greeted by Olive
and Pepper. He petted both dogs and then headed up the stairs to the only room
he was comfortable in. Maybe one day Jane would help him fill this house with
love and children.
Chapter 7
“Morning, Jane!” Francesca bounded up to the front desk.
“Hey. You’re here early.” Jane glanced at the clock.
Francesca usually came later in the day.
“I have a date tonight.”
“Cool.”
“So, how’s it going with Ben?”
“Good.”
“Has he been making Matt sweat and realize just what he
could’ve had?”
Jane shrugged. Matt was just around the corner and she
worried he could walk up at any time.
“Don’t you have anything to dish?” Francesca asked.
Jane had always kept her life to herself. She supposed she
had Francesca to thank for setting her up with Ben, but until she knew for sure
what Ben wanted from her, she didn’t want to talk about it.
“No news, sorry.”
“Guess I’m going to workout since you don’t want to chat.
Maybe once you wake up a bit.” Francesca did her usual Ms. America wave and
jogged toward the cardio area.
Jane grabbed the window cleaner and paper towels and decided
to wipe off any prints that had gotten on the door already today. Once all the
streaks were gone she turned to head back to her station. But as she turned,
she walked right into a chest she was familiar with.
“Excuse me, sor-ry,” she stuttered.
“It’s nice to see I can still make you stutter.” Matt
arrogantly laughed.
“I just wasn’t expecting to bump into anyone. It had nothing
to do with you.”
He crossed his arms. “Can I see you in my office?”
“What is it about?”
“Last I checked I was your boss, so what does it matter?”
“It matters if it’s professional or not,” she snapped.
“I like you being feisty.” He leaned by her ear. “It makes
me hard.”
Her eyes widened. What had she ever seen in this man?
“I need you in my office in ten minutes.” He walked away.
Jane stomped back toward the reception area and threw the
paper towels away. She tossed the window cleaner back into the cabinet. Could
she continue working here if she wasn’t with