tonight to be special. I’ve already picked up the things I needed on my way home. I hope she’ll enjoy everything. I loved her genuine surprise and joy when I planned our first night together on the terrace. I was surprised at just how happy her reaction had made me.
Just then my phone went off again. It must be Emma again . I looked around for my phone, trying to remember where I last left it. I followed the sound, and finally found it in the breast pocket of the suit that was laid out on the leather recliner next to my bed. I quickly picked up the phone and answered before it could go to voicemail. “Hey, sorry, I couldn’t find my phone,” I said breathlessly. “Sorry, I think I’ll be a few minutes later, but I’m heading over now. Don’t eat all the curry butter chicken.” I laughed.
My laughed came to an abrupt stop when I heard the voice that came from the other end of the phone.
“Were you expecting someone else? ”
It was Desiree.
“Oh, hi Des.” Why was she calling?
“Wow, don’t try to sound too excited to hear from me,” she said flatly.
“I’m sorry, Des, but after the mess you made by telling Emma you’re my girlfriend, I’m not really in the mood to talk to you. Besides, I’m in a hurry. What’s up?” I tried my best to sound patient.
“In a hurry? ” she asked as she ignored everything else I said. “Let me guess? Are you going to go see that girl?”
I felt annoyed by Desiree’s dismissiveness. “If you mean Emma, then yes, I am. I’m dating her, Des. I’m happy. I hope you can understand that.”
There was silence on the other line.
“Des? Why did you call? Do you need something?” I tried to keep my voice even, devoid of my growing irritation.
“Well, I was just calling to let you know that I’ll be heading back to L.A. tomorrow and wanted to see if you wanted to grab breakfast before I left town.”
“Des, I have work tomorrow. You know that.”
“I do, but you’re also the boss, you don’t have to be there right on time. Consider it a breakfast meeting.”
I sighed. Des was always a persistent person. It was that same persistence that had saved me those many years ago when I tried to shut everyone out as I mourned over my mother. The persistence that had saved me from falling too far into the abyss of the depression I had been spiraling down towards. And for that, I was thankful. “Okay, Des,” I sighed, “Just a short breakfast.”
“Awesome!” she said excitedly, “Oh, and I have some exciting news to share!”
Chapter Three
Emma
The intercom buzzed and I smiled. That must be Brandon .
“Hi,” I said into the intercom.
“Hey you, it’s me. Are you going to buzz me in this time?” he asked teasingly.
“Careful there , or I won’t,” I teased back and then pressed the button to let Brandon through the lobby door downstairs. Excitement shot through me as I waited for Brandon to come up from the lobby. I thought about how much of a difference 24 hours could make and laughed at myself. It had all been a misunderstanding. Desiree was his ex, and I was his girlfriend. I smiled and realized how much I had overreacted.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I went to open it and was greeted with a bouquet of rich dark pink peonies and Brandon standing there with a gorgeous wide smile.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly, “those are beautiful! How did you know I love peonies? These aren’t even in season.”
“I have my ways,” Brandon said teasingly and he gave me a warm hug and kissed my right cheek.
Must be Sarah , I thought. “Thanks. You’re too sweet.” I took the peonies from him and found a vase to put them in.
“So th is is your place,” Brandon said from somewhere behind me.
I turned around and blushed with embarrassment as I also looked around my tiny studio apartment and thought of Brandon’s amazing condo that was probably 20 times the size of this place. “Yeah, it’s not much, but it’s close to