Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
"Yes, she's the lady of the house." Cosima folds her arms over her chest.
"You." Z points to the girl. "Get gone or I'll have you physically removed." His finger swings over to Cosima. "You stay put."
"You stay put," Cosima mimics while rolling her eyes. I see a tic form in Z's jaw.
"Whatever. I didn't want to be friends with whoever this girl is. I only wanted to see Warren Marino." The girl stomps toward the front door, her heels loud on the marble flooring.
"I'll go see what the hell is going on." Z spins on his heels, heading into Warren's office. Cosima and I glance at each other before we quickly follow after him. We want to know too.
"I'll move all I want," Cosima mutters under her breath. Since when did she and Z have so many issues? I remember them getting along years ago.
"The hell are you talking about?" Z is staring at Warren.
"I'm doing interviews." Warren stands when he sees me enter his office. I go straight to him.
“Do you need an assistant?” I can’t see Warren having an assistant, but he might need one for paperwork. He doesn’t speak a ton about his work, but he works from home more often than not. But I do want to know why all the girls are all around my age from what I could tell. Why isn’t there a mix of people of different ages?
“No.” Warren sits back down in his chair, pulling me into his lap.
“I can assist you.” I play with the collar of his buttoned-up shirt, undoing the top button.
“You do enough.” He kisses my cheek.
“This is really sweet and really gross,” Cosima says while watching us.
“I told you to stay put.” Z shakes his head. “You never listen.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” The two of them glare at each other.
“When do you go back to school?” Z asks her. Cosima flinches like he struck her.
“Like you don’t know. And why are you even here? The wedding is over. Why don’t you scurry back to your bachelor pad?”
“I’m here because I have to keep an eye on you.”
“I’m an adult. I don’t need you to keep an eye on me.”
“You don’t act like it,” he fires back. Both Warren and I watch them, our heads swinging back and forth to see what will be said next. I honestly have no clue who will win this showdown, but I get a sense that there really won’t be a winner.
“Both of you knock it off,” Warren tells them.
“Yeah, let's get back to why there is a herd of young girls in the entryway.” I turn my attention back to my husband.
"Wait until you hear this," Z mutters. Warren must have told him before Cosima and I followed him.
"What?"
"I had a group of women your age vetted, and these are the ones that were cleared to come for the interview."
"Vetted?" I have no clue where Warren is going with this.
"Screened. I had them looked into and portfolios made," Warren says as though this is supposed to clear everything up for me.
"For what?" Why is it so hard to get an answer when Z got it in seconds?
"I'm interviewing possible friends for you."
I stare at my husband. It takes me a few seconds to even comprehend his explanation. And once I do, I’m still unsure if I heard him correctly.
"What the hell?" Cosima whispers. I'm sure her mind is as boggled as mine.
"You're interviewing possible friends for me?" I repeat, wanting to make sure I have this right.
"You said Marks was your best and only friend." Warren shrugs as though him holding interviews to find me new friends isn’t the most outlandish thing.
"Oh my God." Cosima starts to laugh.
"Are you trying to find me new friends overall? Which is insane," I quickly add. "Or are you trying to replace Marks?" While I think his actions are the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard, I’m starting to suspect they aren’t just to get me new friends.
"If a better so-called friend comes along, then I'm sure that person would then take this best friend spot. No?"
"I can't." Cosima laughs even harder, practically doubling over at this point.
"Warren." I take his handsome face in my hands. "That is not how that works. You don't interview friends."
"Why not?"
"Friends happen naturally." Holy crap, I love this man. He really does want to make me happy so he can keep me right next to him.
“I can be her friend, but you won’t let her go anywhere.” Cosima is quick to chime in.
“You don’t need to shop every two seconds,” Z tells her.
“And you don’t need to run your mouth every two seconds either, but here we are. Why are you not shutting the fuck up?”
“Watch it,” Z warns her, his expression turning really pissed off. Cosima does have a special skill set to get calm Z to be, well, not so calm.