Page 16 of Selfish Suit (Steamy Latte Reads Collection #1)

THE INTERN

IVY

Nolan (BF… I think?)

Why are you avoiding me, babe?

Are you seeing someone else?

Babe? Seriously? I’m in Central Park, ready to have dinner with you and my parents and talk about our future and… you’re not here. Is this a joke?

PICK UP THE PHONEEE!

S hit...

This is the last thing I need today.

On top of Marcus completely ignoring all my ideas—and everyone getting kicked out for it—to the heated stares I couldn’t avoid from Dominic, I completely forgot about Nolan. I can feel my world collapsing around me.

I never responded to his previous texts, never told him that we need to adjust our “meet up and discuss the break” promise at Central Park.

“So, tomorrow we’ll bypass the ones without a doorman and see how you feel about that, okay?” Tracey smiles at me as we pull into Dominic’s condo garage.

“Sounds good.”

“Are you okay?” She tilts her head to the side. “Your face is red and you look kind of sweaty.”

“How fast do you think I could get to Central Park from here?”

“Pretty fast.” The driver smiles at me through the rearview mirror. “But I’d suggest getting an umbrella from upstairs first. We’re due for a thunderstorm.”

“Here…” Tracey hands me a water bottle and some type of pill.

I don’t ask what it is; I just take it.

“Should I wait for you to go retrieve an umbrella, Miss Locke?” the driver asks.

“No, that’s okay.” I step out of the car. “Tracey, when do you think Mr. Sutton will be back?”

“Probably not until midnight,” she says. “He and Mr. Braxton aren’t going to leave that room until they’re happy with the pitch.”

“Perfect, thank you.” I grab my purse. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Shutting the door, I rush to the elevator and finally text Nolan back.

Sorry. Was in a long meeting.

Since it’s about to rain, we can meet at my new place for our usual hour or so. Here’s the address.