salad or something, but who really wanted to eat a salad? Not me!
I was about to place my order when there was a knock on the door. Not sure who could be visiting me, I walked over and opened the door. There stood a man with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a wide smile on his face. My jaw dropped at the same time that his green eyes widened.
“You’re number four?” he asked, a glint in his eyes.
I glared at him, my heart racing. “You’re the rude guy in apartment five?”
Because of course he was. My life was already crazy; why not make it just a little bit crazier?
“That’s me all right.” He licked his lips slowly. “I wondered why you didn’t want to tell me your name. Now I know why.”
“I didn't know it was you.” I pointed at him accusingly, his familiar sexy face making my face blush crimson red. “But I should have known.” I swallowed hard as I finished speaking because he took a step closer to me and looked like he wanted to come into my apartment.
He leaned down. “It’s a pleasure sleeping next to you, Magnolia Allen,” he whispered in my ear, a small chuckle escaping as he pulled back. His green eyes seemed to be mocking me.
“In your dreams,” I snapped and slammed the door in his face.
Never in my life had I expected to see Kingston Jagger Scott again. I felt my knees shaking as I heard his loud laugh from outside the door.
“You can run, Magnolia, but you can’t hide,” he said through the door.
I ran to my couch, buried my head in the cushions, and screamed.
Chapter 20
Dear World,
I’m starting my new job today and I’m so excited. I’m going to be a fashion blogger, which, while exciting, leaves me a little bit nervous because no one in their right mind would call me a fashion expert. I’m more comfortable in Target than I am in Saks Fifth Avenue. But to be fair, the employment agency didn’t ask me about the extent of my fashion knowledge. In fact, they weren’t exactly sure what the company did as my new boss, Tate Howard, apparently didn’t give them many details. He just wanted to know I could write, and well, we all know that I can. My starting salary is more than I ever could have dreamed of for a blogger. I’m not going to be uncouth and say how much I’m making, but if you were to double my last salary of twenty thousand and times by two, you’d be pretty close. I’m going to be working for a start-up, which is pretty cool because the CEO, Tate, is this totally rich guy who is pretty flexible with just about everything. The office is really small and brand new and all the new employees are starting today.
In somewhat weird news, I’m not sure exactly what the company does, but I suppose I’ll find out soon. I would be super duper excited about my new job if it wasn’t for the fact that my new neighbor is an asshole and has kept me up for the last three nights with his horrendously loud music.
In other news, I have a date tonight! Yes, this is my first date in a year, and yes I’m nervous as hell, but I’m going to be a strong, beautiful, confident twenty-eight year old and act like I have it going on. Wish me luck!
XOXO,
Magnolia
The clock struck 8 a.m. as I stood with my back to the door, heart pounding. Jagger-frigging-Scott had knocked on my door two times in the last five minutes shouting that he had a morning coffee for me.
As if I would open the door to him again. I wanted to know what the hell was he doing here, but I wasn’t about to ask him and the only other person I could ask wouldn’t want to hear his name.
I growled at the door and looked down at my watch. I had to leave in 15 minutes or I was going to be late for work. I walked away from the door and towards the mirror that was propped against the wall next to my TV. Living in a studio apartment in San Francisco was not glamorous, and it always made me feel awkward studying my appearance next to the windows that allowed everyone in the next building to see what I was doing. This morning, though, I didn’t care if they watched