Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy by Charlotte Eve Page B

the scent, to try to convince her that he was just some normal boring guy, not this person I was developing a weird obsessive crush on … “He’s just such a total spoilt prick. Gives me no clue what I’m supposed to do then shouts me down when I get it wrong. Thinks the whole world should bow down to him just because he owns a couple of hotels … God, I hate him.”
    “But I still don’t quite understand why it should get you so riled up,” Fallon replied. “I mean, who doesn’t hate their boss?”
    “I’m not riled up!” I hissed, my breathing becoming shallow, my eyes narrowing, the words flying from my mouth, way more venomous than I’d planned.
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Fallon said, again holding up her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Whatever you say. Listen, I gotta shoot …”
    She stood up from the table, pulling a few bills from her wallet and laying them on the counter.
    “I’ll leave you to composing a reply to that guy you definitely hate and don’t have some kind of mega high school crush on even though you seem totally desperate to keep dropping his name into the conversation ,” she deadpanned.
    And then, just like that, she was gone, leaving me alone in the diner, my face flushed once more in embarrassment, wondering just how I was supposed to reply to Blake’s email, let alone look him in the face ever again.

CHAPTER TEN
     
     
    Friday Night
     
    Blake Matthews < [email protected] >
    To: Jessica                                                       
     
    So, did you have fun?
     
    Blake
     
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    Re: Friday Night
     
    Jessica Clark < [email protected]
    To: Blake
     
    I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
     
    Jessica
     
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    Re: Re: Friday Night
     
    Blake Matthews < [email protected] >
    To: Jessica                                                       
     
    Oh, really? Because I swear I saw you at my party on Friday night. You absolutely positive you didn’t swing by, even just for a little while?
     
    Blake
     
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    Re: Re: Re: Friday Night
     
    Jessica Clark < [email protected]
    To: Blake
     
    Oh, your party! So sorry. For a moment there I didn’t know what you meant!
     
    No, I’m afraid you must have mistaken me for someone else. I mean, I totally wanted to check it out and everything, but then at the last minute Greg took me out for this cute surprise meal. He’s so nice. You’ll have to meet him sometime.
     
    Jessica
     
     
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    Re: Re: Re: Re: Friday Night
     
    Blake Matthews < [email protected] >
    To: Jessica                                                       
     
    Weird. I swore I saw you there — standing in the shadows, taking in our little show —  but my eyes must have been deceiving me.
     
    The invite’s always open — last Friday night of every month. You’ve still got your tickets, right? Come another time. I’m sure Greg would love it.
     
    By the way, you know those bathroom specifications we went over? I want to go through them with you. I’ll see you at my apartment tomorrow − 11am sharp.
     
    Blake
     
    §
     
    Standing once more in the imposing private lobby, my head spinning from the heady scent of orchids and those emerald green eyes of the girl in the painting piercing me with her fierce confrontational gaze, I timidly knocked on the door to Blake’s apartment.
    Two questions were shooting around my head as I waited what felt like forever for Blake to answer: first of all, why did he need to go over these bathroom fittings again? Surely we’d decided everything just last week? And secondly, why did we actually have to do it in person , at his apartment? Why couldn’t we just have stuck to email correspondence, which had been working perfectly fine up until