57. Hannah

FIFTY-SEVEN

Back in my office, I debate for only a moment before sticking the folder into my paper shredder.

It's over the top, but I don't want to leave anything for anyone to use against me.

Not that I really think anyone would actually care if they knew Maddox and I are… whatever we are.

As my computer wakes up, I take another sip of my coffee— not caring that it's cooled down significantly— and pull my phone out of my purse.

Unknown: Save this number, Little Bunny.

There's another text he must've sent after I left his office.

Unknown: I should have given you this the day of the interview. When you hid from me before getting on the elevators.

My mouth drops open.

Me: You saw that?

Unknown: You were acting like you didn't know me. Of course I followed you.

I bite my lip.

Me: Following an unsuspecting girl… Really showing off those Big Bad Wolf behaviors.

I quickly select the option to save his contact. I start to type out Maddox, then decide better of it.

BB Wolf: Come over this weekend.

I read the text again, and my heart rate kicks up.

BB Wolf: Friday evening for dinner.

BB Wolf: And Saturday morning for breakfast.

BB Wolf: And if your family doesn't mind, just stay all the way through to breakfast on Sunday.

A nervous laugh bubbles out of me, and I glance out my open door to verify no one is straining their necks to look at me over the cubicle walls.

Me: I'll come over Friday for dinner.

I absolutely intend to stay for breakfast on Saturday, but I'll let him wonder about it.

After setting my phone down, I log into my computer and open my email.

A new email sits at the top of my inbox. From Maddox.

I click on it, nervous that he might be sending me something inappropriate, but it's to the whole office. Letting us know he'll be providing lunch on Thursday. And that it's not mandatory or formal, just giving a heads-up to those who usually bring their own lunch that they won't need to that day.