Chapter 22 of the continuing saga of Remy comes to us from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!
Next week’s chapter will come from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, and the newly released of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY
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Remy backed herself against the wall in the hallway, out of sight of the living room doors and windows, cringing with every ring of the phone and wondering if Sam Kendrick could hear the phone ringing from outside. Maybe if he heard it ringing he’d realize she wasn’t there to pick it up.
Her thoughts were again interrupted when he stopped ringing the doorbell. Instead, he switched to a thunderous, booming knock.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Remy wondered how it was she’d managed to end up with two incredibly persistent men in her life.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
And then she heard him. “Come on, Remy. I know you’re in there. I saw you pull in. I tried to catch you in the parking lot at the office. Your wallet was on the floor under the desk.”
Remy sighed. Of all the stupid things she could have done, she dropped her wallet on her way out the office. Fantastic. She thought quickly about how she’d explain her delay in answering the door. She padded quietly to the front door. “Hold on.”
She carefully slid the deadbolt back and unlocked the door, pulling it open only half way. “Can’t a girl come home and run into the bathroom without being interrupted?” She was going for the shock factor. It worked. She watched Sam Kendrick blush but his embarrassment didn’t stop him from pushing his way in the door.
“Can I come in?”
“You just did,” Remy responded dryly. “My wallet?” She held out her hand.
Sam stared at her blankly, then snapped out of his daze. “Yea! Right. Your wallet.” He fumbled for something in the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out her wallet and extending it towards her.
Remy reached out for the wallet and her fingers brushed lightly against his as she took it from him. A light, buzzing sensation crept up her arm and she suddenly had butterflies in her stomach. She followed his glance towards the couch and back to her, remembering the last time he was in her apartment, suddenly realizing she wouldn’t necessarily mind a repeat.
The good girl part of her conscious squashed her lust back into place. Sam Kendrick is my boss. This can’t happen.
“Remy,” Dr. Kendrick interrupted her thoughts. “I want to ask you a question.”
Remy simply looked at him, waiting.
“The other night, you didn’t exactly look happy to see that guy Jeremy. And, I, uh – well – I thought we had some chemistry. How serious is it with that guy?” He took a step closer to her and she suddenly felt nervous. He reached out and gently brushed his fingers against her jaw line, stopping at her chin and lifting her face gently up, forcing her to look at him. He studied her face carefully. “I’m not sure I believe you’re in a relationship with him,” he muttered as he brought his face closer to hers.
Remy twisted her face away and took a step back, surprised at the regret she felt in doing so. “You’re my boss, Sam. I’m sorry if I led you on before. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
A look of confusion masked his face. He recognized her answer as vague but decided not to press the issue any further. His gut told him something was wrong. He just couldn’t put his finger on what.
He watched as Remy moved back to the door, opening it. “Thank you for bringing my wallet. I appreciate it.” She smiled shyly and he could sense she was apprehensive.
“Sure, sure. Anytime. I’m sorry I…” He shook his head and walked to the door. “Well, I’m sorry. I’ll see you at work tomorrow, yes?”
Remy nodded and shut the door behind him.
Sam Kendrick is my boss. I can’t have feelings for my boss. Remy repeated this mantra in her mind over and over again as she searched the room for her cell phone. Picking it up, she saw three missed text messages. They were all from Jeremy.
J: Tried to call you at home. Didn’t want to bother you.
J: You’re not answering anywhere. Are you ok?
J: I miss you.
He misses me? He doesn’t know me well enough to miss me. Remy slowly reached for the phone and typed a response:
R: Just got home. How is your mom?
J: Do you miss me?
Remy realized she hadn’t really thought about missing Jeremy, either way. She had empathy for him and worried about him a bit. Any good friend would, considering his situation.
R: Sure. How are things going with your mom?
J: I’ve been thinking about you.
Why won’t he answer me?
R: I’ve been thinking about you, too. Was worried about you. Must be rough.
J: Thinking about you makes me feel better.
R: =) I’m glad…
Remy let some of her anxiety from earlier slip away, wondering if she might really be helping Jeremy, even from a distance. She thought about their awkward introduction as neighbors and realized he might be growing on her, despite his problems with his ex. Everyone has baggage, though, right? Maybe she could learn to work around Barbara – if he would learn to stop putting her in the middle of their situations.
J: Mom’s calling. Have to run. xoxo
Remy smiled, but her thoughts suddenly went dark when her cell phone rang again and the familiar unknown caller showed on the display. She suddenly felt chilled and was acutely aware of the pouring rain storm that had finally started outside. Leaving the phone on the end table, she started her way around the condo to make sure her windows were closed.
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