Sweet Addiction: A Meet/Cute Romantic Comedy

Chapter 6

I'm slowly beginning to lose my edge as we walk into the crisp sleek foyer of the Walker & Associates building.
Juls' heels are clicking on the marble and I inwardly curse myself for not changing my outfit before I so bravely decided this was a good idea. I'm wearing a pale blue button up shirt, skinny jeans that are dusted in flour, and my favorite ballet flats. This would have been so badass if I was wearing something sexy and revealing, showing Reese what he will never touch again. Damn it, Dylan. Think next time. At least my hair and makeup are on point. We step off the elevators onto the twelfth floor and I follow closely behind her, unsure where to go.

"Nervous?" she asks as she walks up to a small reception area.

"Nope, but he better be." She throws her head back and laughs as I wiggle my brows.

"Julianna Wicks for Ian Thomas, please," she says to the pretty receptionist who smiles and picks up the phone, talking softly into it. She ends the call quickly.

"Go right in, Ms. Wicks."

She shrugs playfully. "I fucking love this shit. My man is so important that I need to check-in with someone before I barge in." I giggle at her and follow her through a closed door after she knocks quietly.

"There's my girl. I've been waiting for you." Ian stands up and walks around his desk, pulling Juls into his arms and smothering her with quick kisses. Christ, they are annoyingly adorable. "I'm starving and not just for food," he whispers before his eyes flick to me. "Dylan. Are you joining us for lunch today?" he sweetly asks as he plays with the ends of Juls' hair. He sounds sincere, but I have a feeling he'd much rather spend his lunch alone with my best friend.

I clear my throat. You can do this, Dylan. "Actually, I was wondering if Reese was here. I need to speak with him." Juls is too busy frantically working at loosening Ian's tie to even remember I'm in the room. I'm sure she would have snuck in a bitchy remark had she been paying attention.

"Oh, of course." He smiles wide. "Just continue down the hallway until you see the redhead at the reception desk. She'll point you in his direction." I nod and turn on my feet, giving Juls one last glance as I step out, closing the door behind me.

He's married. He's married. He's married. Who cares how fucking insanely hot he is. He's married. My thoughts are so loud in my head; I'm sure the redhead, who I am now standing in front of, can hear them. I smile weakly at her.

"May I help you?" she asks in a rather snippy tone.

"Um, yes. I would like to see Reese, please."

She cocks her head and narrows her eyes. Jesus. Retract the claws. Picking up her phone, her eyes run slowly down my body. "You mean Mr. Carroll? And who may I say is asking for him?"

Mr. Carroll. Oh, how fucking formal. I glare down at her. "Dylan."

"Just Dylan?" Her tone is borderline bitchy and I am beyond over it at this point. Sweetie, this is not the day to test my patience.

"Yes, just Dylan," I snap back, hands fisting at my sides.

She rolls her eyes and speaks softly into the phone, slamming it down with more force than is probably necessary. "Go on in, just Dylan." She motions with a quick swipe of her hand toward a door that stands at the end of the hallway. What the hell is her problem?

"Thank you. Have a nice day," I reply extra cheerfully to pluck her last nerve. She scowls. Mission Accomplished.

Not bothering to knock, I open the office door and step inside, stumbling a bit at the sight of the man behind the massive desk. Yup, that's what he looks like. Completely perfect. His eyes slowly come up to mine from his computer screen and soften.