Page 31 of Sour Notes

Ok, ok. Don’t forget family dinner on Friday. Remind Swayze too.

Me

Oh my god. When will it end?

7

SWAYZE

It’s been the week from hell. Monday started off badly when I woke up to find Mia hadn’t been home.

As her friend, I should be happy her date went well, but… no. Fuck that.

Everything’s a mess.

We haven’t spoken about what happened on Halloween, unless you count the Post-it she left on my door.

You owe me more than a little hot water after what you did. Deal with it. M.

I do owe her—an apology at least—but I’ve barely seen her. She’s been out most nights when I get home, which probably isn’t helping my already shitty mood.

I’ll see her tonight at family dinner, but we can’t talk about anything there.

Our moms would lose their minds—or think I had. That’s probably not wrong at this point. I’m definitely questioning my sanity right now.

Groaning, I lean on my desk and sink my face into my hands. I’m sure I’m just on edge. Leaving on a two week vacation to be best man at Nick's wedding isn’t the best timing workwise, so that’s probably got a lot to do with my feelings.

A knock on my door draws my attention back to the present, and Mary peeks her head round.

“Almost time for the morning briefing, sir.”

Giving her a curt nod, I start to gather my files.

Of course, she sashays in, closing the door behind her.

“Thought I’d bring you coffee, handsome.” She giggles, bending over ridiculously low to leave the mug on my desk.

Stifling a sigh, I avoid her cleavage at all costs. This woman still won’t take no for an answer, and since she’s the chief's daughter, she’s basically untouchable. I just wish she’d leave me the hell alone already.

“It’s the department fundraiser ball in a few weeks, Wolfie.” She runs a finger along my desk, walking closer toward me. “Aren’t you going to ask me to be your date?”

Tilting her head, she glances up at me from lowered lashes in an attempt to look sexy.

Newsflash, it’s not sexy.

The second she starts walking her fingers up my chest, I jerk to my feet so fast my chair careens into the filing cabinet with a loud bang.

Fuck no you don’t.

“Like I already told you—No, Mary. You know we have a no fraternization policy.”

“Oh, I’m sure I could convince Daddy to make an exception for us.”

Well, shit, that makes me quake harder than a storm shutter in a hurricane.

“No. Can we get to work please?”

“It’s okay, I like a little chase. You won’t be able to resist when you see what I’m wearing… you’ll be dying to unwrap me to see what I’ve picked especially for you underneath.”