Scars

Thirteen

"Hey, thank you for coming in early," Brian smiled.

"No problem, you have the list?" I asked.

Brian handed me the event contract and I flipped to the back page where the list was of everything this VIP wanted and didn't want. I did some quick stretches and finalized what I thought met this VIP's expectations. I made some phone calls, securing the pizza and sushi orders for the night of the party and got the approval to rent the linens Brian likes for VIP parties. I can be pretty convincing, and Brian knows that, so I got us great prices for the stuff that we need to rent. I'm kind of amazing, I know.

"We need to call and place an order for the pizza and the sushi," Brian reminded me, "I don't want to blind side the places by putting the orders in last minute.

"Already done," I smiled, "I have the food orders placed, the glass and linen rentals are secured, the girls already know not to come in on the first, and I already have Stas and I coordinated outfits for that night. Anything else I can do for you?"

"You're a god send," Brian sighed, "I would be worthless without you."

"Oh, I know," I laughed, "and the lighting is approved for rental. This Friday I will go pick everything up before my shift and the food is getting delivered so it's hot."

"What about decorating?" Brian asked.

"After I pick everything up, I'll come in and I can set up then," I smiled.

"You're the best, you deserve a raise," Brian laughed.

"I won't turn down a raise," I laughed, "but I doubt our good friend Mr. Scott will be cool with that."

"Are you kidding? He would probably give you his job if it meant he could keep you around," Brian raised his brows at me.

I'd absolutely hate to admit it, but he's right. The only person I will ever hate more than Mr. Scott is James.

"Soooooooo," Stas smirked as she walked into the club.

"So what?" I asked.

"You called me and left a voicemail at 5am, and I couldn't understand your message over you being a ridiculous giggly happy mess," Stas raised her eyebrows at me, "care to explain."

"We kissed last night," I smiled.

"Shut up!" Stas yelled, "like for real?"

"Yeah, we kissed and then I spent the night."

"Oh, so you more than kissed," Stas winked.

"No, really we just kissed, but we kissed," I repeated as I felt my cheeks heat up in a blush.

"You're this giddy over just a kiss? You didn't do anything else?" Stas asked.

"No, we slept for a few hours before he drove me home so I could get ready for work, but we just kissed. And this was no ordinary kiss. He makes my skin feel like it's on fire when he touches me and he takes my breath away when we kiss," I explained.

"Wow, I could puke from all that cute and sweet," Stas seemed surprised, "I've never had that happen to me."

"Neither have I," I admit, "he's incredible."

"We get it, you're in love, you don't have to rub it in," Stas joked.

"Honestly," I sighed, "I think I could actually love him."

"What? I think I might be hard of hearing. Did my best friend, queen of love is bullshit and no one actually falls in love, just say she might be in love?" Stas questioned me seriously.

"I mean, I still don't know him as much as I'd like to, but I can't stop thinking about him and he makes me feel safe," I shrugged, "and no one has ever made me feel safe."

"Then what are you doing here?" Stas asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Go get your man and tell him you love him," Stas demanded.

"It can wait. Changing the subject, did you see that comment on my Instagram today? Did you recognize that profile?" I asked.

"No, I figured it was someone you knew," Stas shrugged, "you really don't know who it was?"

"No," I answered honestly.