will be a mess when I walk in there. Theo is not a tidy partner to live with. Even simply adding his premade filling to bread just now, he will have somehow used every plate, bowl, knife, and chopping board we own. But it’s a small price to pay for him.
“You are too good to me, you know that? Honestly, how did I get so lucky?” I trace my finger around his collar.
Six wonderful months I’ve been with him, and every day, he makes me feel so treasured that I could cry. I love him so much, I could burst.
He kisses me again, and I taste toothpaste and coronation chicken. It’s so hot that I groan as he pulls away.
It looks like I’m still going to be a horny, unsatisfied beast all day after all.
“I’ll call you. Love you, Luce,” he says over his shoulder.
“Bye, baby.” A content sigh leaves my lips as I sink back into my pillows and grin up at the ceiling.
Aubrey leans against the tea room counter, stirring her mug as she eyes me. “Let’s go for lunch today. Come on, let’s grab a big bowl of cheesy chips and a cream cake. Everyone knows calories don’t count on hump days.”
I wince apologetically and shake my head. “I can’t. I brought lunch in with me.” As I think about it, I debate on eating it when I get back to my desk. It’s only just after nine in the morning, but if I did, it would mean I’d get to go for chips too.
No, don’t be greedy, Lucie. Jeez, you have no willpower!
Aubrey pouts and drops her teabag into the bin. “You suck. Let’s go for coffee then instead. I can get a cake from there.”
“I don’t think I can. I have meetings all afternoon today, so I need to prep for those. I think I’m going to have a working lunch and eat at my desk.”
I pick up my mug, emblazoned with the phrase Boys who draw books are better. Theo gave it to me as my Christmas present. It is a joke, a dig at my Boys in books are better work mug he’d seen on a visit to the office one time. On Christmas morning, I found it hilarious and loved it immediately, but then I loved it even more when I found the gold bracelet with a small diamond heart hanging on it, wrapped up inside the mug.
“Ugh, fine. Looks like it’s lunch alone for Aubrey.” Aubrey rolls her eyes and picks up her mug, too, and we both walk out into the Hummingbird Ink office.
“Don’t work too hard,” I joke.
“Never.”
We split off, going our separate directions. I head over to my desk and sit down, taking a sip of my tea and letting out a happy sigh as I press the power button on my computer.
That’s right. I have my dream job.
In the last six months, I’ve worked my arse off, which didn’t go unnoticed by David, my manager up in the children’s imprint. So, when a job came up for junior editor in the romance imprint, David didn’t hesitate in pushing me to apply. My CV, accompanied by his glowing recommendation, netted me the job, and for the last month, I’ve been living it up as junior editor. I love my job, and life couldn’t be better. All day long, I get to swoon over fictional heroes, and then I get to go home to my very own real-life one.
Letting out a happy sigh, I give my mouse a shake, waking up my screen, ready to start my day.
My morning is so busy that it flies by. By the time I put the phone down from an agent friend of mine I’ve been talking to about a submission for a debut author, my stomach is growling with hunger. Glancing at the time on my computer screen, I see it’s almost twelve already. My stomach rejoices.
Reaching under my desk, I shove my hand into my bag and bring out a lump wrapped in tin foil. My mouth is already watering. When I peel back the foil and see a chunky sandwich with yellow saucy chicken oozing out of the sides, the bread cut thick, just how I like it, I grin down at it excitedly. When I take a bite, I groan in pleasure; it’s like an orgasm on the tongue. I never tried it before I got together with Theo, and now, I can’t get enough.
Chewing, I pop the sandwich