“I’m practically shivering in my shoes.”
“JP, I’m being serious. Do you understand?”
Whatever caused this much animosity toward me must really be affecting her because I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone this worked up before, let alone Kelsey.
What’s behind this anger?
They always say there’s a thin line between love and hate—could it possibly be love?
I hold back my chuckle. Hell, if she heard what was going on inside my head right now, she’d have me hung up by the balls.
I think there’s one thing clear, though—she wants nothing to do with me. This entire conversation has made that crystal clear.
Smiling up at her, I say, “I understand you. And I look forward to our newly established working relationship where we don’t ever mention the hot date we went on or the way you shivered when I talked about your cunt, or how you secretly love it when I call you babe.”
There . . . just one more jab for the road.
She tosses her hands up in frustration, turns on her heel, and charges out of my office, slamming the door behind her.
That went exceedingly well.
Chapter Five
KELSEY
Meant to Be Podcast
Pacey and Winnie
Kelsey: Welcome, listener, to the Meant to Be Podcast, where we talk to madly-in-love couples about the way they met. Pacey and Winnie, thank you so much for joining me today. Please, tell us how you met.
Winnie: Where to even begin? It’s all kind of whimsical if you think about it.
Pacey: I thought she was a murderer.
Winnie: Stop it. No, you didn’t. Well, I guess you did, but that’s not the start of it. I was driving to Banff in honor of my late mother and got lost in the mountains. It was one of the worst storms I’ve ever seen and my car got stuck in mud. I had no reception, so I decided to go find help. That’s when I stumbled upon the cabin.
Pacey: I play hockey for the Vancouver Agitators, and every summer, a few of the boys and I drive to Banff for some relaxation. It was our first night there and Winnie came knocking on the door.
Winnie: I was soaking wet, and the minute the door opened, a flash of lightning lit me up from behind.
Pacey: It was absolutely horrifying.
Winnie: As a group, we went back and forth, attempting to show each other that they weren’t the murdering types and I wasn’t the murdering type. Pacey was really quiet at first. Eli Hornsby, a defenseman for the Agitators, was the one who welcomed me into the house and gave me a place to stay for the night. But the next morning, Pacey was the one who helped me find my car.
Pacey: I thought she was beautiful when she was all wet, but the next morning, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And I knew I needed to spend every spare moment I had listening to her stories and enjoying her company.
Three Weeks Later
“Wow, sis . . . that’s some dress,” I say as Lottie steps out of her bathroom.
“Hux got it for me. Is it too . . . booby?”
My eyes fall to her very prominent cleavage, and I wince. “I mean, it’s really booby, but you also look hot. The red is perfect for your skin and that red lip color is such a great match. Now I feel like a fuddy-duddy in my dress.”
Lottie has this hourglass shape that any woman would kill for. Hips and tits, that’s her. I might have a good rack, but I am also more petite than she is. My curves on the bottom half aren’t like hers. And this siren-red form-fitting dress she’s wearing shows off every single curve. And despite the hem falling to her calves, it’s still one of the most revealing yet exquisite dresses I’ve ever seen.
“Stop it. You look beautiful. I think the yellow was a perfect choice and it goes so nicely with your fresh caramel highlights.”
“You think so?” I glance at myself in the full-length mirror positioned in front of Lottie and Huxley’s bed. We all know that mirror isn’t there for checking out outfits. I adjust the delicate straps on my shoulders and smooth my hands over the beautifully expensive silk fabric. The apron neckline cuts just low enough for a decent show of cleavage, while the flowy, long skirt has a slit to just above my upper thigh, making my short legs look longer in my heels. “God, why am I so nervous?”
Lottie flips her hair over her shoulder and then slips on a pair of nude heels. “Probably because you asked a man on a date to a work event and you’re worried about it.”
That’s very true.
Edwin is his name.
He’s a computer programmer who works remotely for a medical tech company. He loves to cook, go to comic book conventions, and is quite educated on different types of birds. He’s really nice, and we’ve been on three dates.