Page 100 of Love Spells: And Other Non-Refundable Magic
Philip is quiet for a moment. Then he says, “What do you think?”
A laugh slips out before I can stop it.
His eyebrows lift. “What?”
“Nothing. Sorry.” I shake my head, still smiling. “You just have no idea how weirdly specific that question is.”
He looks curious, but thankfully doesn’t ask, and I’m not about to explain that an internet witch made me write a list of my deepest desires and he has just accidentally quoted one back to me.
So I answer him. I tell him I want more ownership, and that I want to be closer to the decisions instead of always preparing the information someone else uses to make them. I don’t know what that looks like exactly, and admitting that feels strangely vulnerable, but Phillip listens without interrupting until I eventually run out of things to say.
When I do, he nods.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
My pulse jumps.
He leans back in his chair. “There may be an opportunity opening up here soon. Nothing has been decided yet, so I can’t give you details.”
“What kind of opportunity?”
“I just said I can’t give you details.”
“You can give me one.”
His smile returns. “You really don’t like not knowing things, do you?”
“We work in forecasting, sir. Not knowing things is basically my professional enemy.”
Phillip laughs, then stands. “Soon, Merry. I promise. But I will tell you that you’ll definitely be closer to me.”
I’m halfway out of my chair when I stop.
Professionally. Right? Obviously professionally.
Phillip is smiling at me, and I look back at him hoping for any extra clarification.
“That’s all you’re getting out of me today.”
Right. Great.
Perfectly normal thing for my possibly-flirting-but-perhaps-also-professionally-interested CEO to say to me while I’m wearing a bracelet made by my possibly-flirting witch less than forty-eight hours after having mind-blowing sex with the woman I am very definitely interested in.
Maybe I was wrong about the reversal and instead of reversing anything, I accidentally activated the unlimited plan.
Phillip reaches the door, then looks back at me. “One thing, though. At the meeting this afternoon, if I ask you something, don’t look at Helena first.”
The humor drains out of the moment just enough that I straighten.
“I want to hear what you think, Merry. I mean it.”
I look down at the bracelet around my wrist, then back at him.
For weeks, I’ve been asking the universe to show me what the hell it’s doing to me. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to what it’s been asking me to do.
