About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,41
replied then winked…again. He needed to stop winking. No man should look that good when he winks. It’s not fair to females. Especially those of us who have boyfriends that they love.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” I told him, hoping I had time to do that and get a shower before I needed to leave.
“I’m good. Go get ready. I’ll head back home,” he said standing up. “Rachel will still be asleep, and I will have some peace until I leave work.”
“I hope she doesn’t hate me for keeping you all night,” I said.
The right corner of his mouth lifted in a half-grin. “She won’t. She thinks we are sleeping together,” he replied, then opened the door and left without another word.
She thought what? I started to run after him but then glanced at the clock. I didn’t have time for that conversation. Thanks to Creed I didn’t need to build a fire in the kitchen stove to warm me up or make coffee. I grabbed a cup and headed upstairs to shower. Trying not to think about how much I enjoyed last night and snuggling up to Creed like a hussy was difficult but I did try.
Albert was oddly cheerful. It didn’t mean he spoke more than three words at a time but he was still in a good mood. The exhibit was set up and tomorrow would be opening day for it, which meant tonight an elite crowd would attend a cocktail party to view it first. The guests would consist of patrons that helped fund the art museum. I’d helped address and mail all fifty-seven invitations that had gone out my first day on the job.
Today the museum had more life in it. The party planner gave out orders while the cleaning staff, caterer and decorator scurried to do her bidding.
It was a little after two when Albert said I could go home. We were to be back here by six and I would be expected to mingle and answer questions about the items in the exhibit. I was also told I could bring a plus one, but Griff had finally called me this morning on my drive to work to tell me he was sorry but he wasn’t going to make it tonight but that he swore he’d come visit on Sunday. I doubted that and it made me feel guilty for being pessimistic. I’d wanted him to see my job and stand beside me at tonight’s event. I was silly to get my hopes up that he would make it. He was stressed with his load at med school and I knew it was hard on him. I shouldn’t have asked him to come.
By the time I was home, I’d convinced myself that it was best I didn’t have a date. I needed to give my full attention to the guests tonight and answer all their questions. They were the reason the art museum existed and I was thankful for my job. I also loved talking about art and tonight I would get to do a lot of it. My thoughts were deep in everything I needed to remember for tonight that I missed the thin brunette coming across my yard and straight at me until I looked up to put the key in the door.
“Hello!” Rachel called out, raising her hand in greeting. Long red fingernails wiggled at me. Apparently, she wasn’t mad at me about keeping Creed all night.
“Hello,” I replied with a smile.
She reached me and put a hand on her curvy hip. “I’m out of shape,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Anyway, I’m Rachel, Creed’s cousin. I wanted to come introduce myself and be nosey. “He told me about you and I remember Cora talking about the two of you when we were younger. She loved teasing him about you during the holidays, which was the only time we ever saw each other. I just hope you can get him to want more than sex. That man and his inability to have a real relationship is sad.” She rolled her eyes as if exasperated.
What had Creed told her? Did she think we were sex buddies? And if so why would he tell her something like that? Couldn’t we just be friends that didn’t have sex? He had enough real sex buddies or whatever the many females he dated were called. Annoyance at Creed overcame the warm fuzzies I had been feeling about his staying last night and warming up the house