Chapter 17

RULE #16: ALWAYS COME PREPARED.

Presh

Sometime on Sunday I get a message from Musa.

He doesn't respond. And Musa always needs the last word, which means I've left him speechless. Which also means I'm getting what I want.

On Monday, I show up early, using the code he gave me to unlock the front door, and get straight to work. I chose the same pencil skirt and see-through blouse I wore on the first day. I can barely focus on my morning tasks while I wait for him, and when quarter past ten rolls around, I hear the garage door open. Quickly, I tidy my desk and rush to the centre of the room.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

The internal pep talk is the only thing keeping me from backing out, because the more I think about it, the more I realise this is insane. And I have no idea how he'll react. If he's angry, I'll be humiliated. If he's surprised, I'll be pleased. And if he loves it… God, I don't know how I'll feel.

I hear the garage door close, and I take a deep, steadying breath. Then I drop the cushion on the floor (thanks for the tip, internet) and fall to my knees. Facing the door he's about to walk through, I bow my head and place my hands delicately in my lap.