Something About Lorelei(38)
“My name is Hope. It’s nice to meet you.” She held out her small hand.
I was confused and I think I was in shock. I lightly shook her hand and she invited me inside.
“You can come in and wait. My mom is in the shower, but she’ll be out soon. Come sit down on the couch. I’m watching one of my favorite movies: Cinderella.”
I was at a loss for words, but I stepped inside the small apartment anyway. Hope ran and plopped herself down on the couch, patting the cushion next to her. I took a seat and looked at her as she stared at me.
“How old are you, Hope?”
“Seven. How old are you?”
“Thirty-two. You shouldn’t be answering the door when you don’t know who is on the other side. That’s very dangerous.”
“I know you. You’re my mom’s boss at work. She says you’re mean.”
I arched my brow at her. “She told you that?”
“Yes.” She giggled.
Suddenly, I heard Lorelei’s voice behind me.
“Who are you talking — Jack?” Her eyes widened as she stood there in her silk robe and dripping wet hair, looking at me.
I stood up from the couch. “This must have fallen out of your bag. I didn’t want you to worry that you’d lost it, so I decided to bring it over.”
“Jack, I can—”
I put my hand up. “Don’t, Lorelei. Please. Just don’t.” I set her sketchbook down on the coffee table and headed towards the door.#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re leaving already, Mr. Sutton?” Hope’s small voice spoke to me.
“Yes. I have somewhere I need to be. It was nice to meet you, Hope.” I opened the door and walked out of the apartment, shutting it behind me.
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I climbed into the limo and, instantly, Tony knew something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Jack? Was she home?”
“Yeah. She was home. She has a kid.”
“What? Lorelei has a child?”
“Yep. Her name is Hope and she’s seven years old.”
“She never mentioned that to you?”
“No. Not one word. This changes everything, Tony. Take me home. I need a drink.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lorelei
I stood there practically shaking.
“Mommy, are you okay?”
“Yes, baby. I’m fine. It’s time for bed. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Go to your room and I’ll be there in a few minutes to tuck you in.”
As soon as Hope went to her room, I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine, downing it within seconds. Taking my phone from the counter, I sent Jack a text message.
“I’m sorry, Jack. Please let me explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain, Lorelei. What happened between us was a mistake and it won’t happen again. I suggest we forget about it and move forward.”
Tears sprang to my eyes as I wiped them dry before going into Hope’s room. After tucking her in and kissing her good night, I poured another glass of wine and took it to my bedroom.
“Please, Jack. Just listen to me.”
“If you’re worried about your job, don’t be. You’re a good personal assistant and I won’t fire you. There’s nothing between us, Lorelei, except a professional working relationship. Have a good night.”
I was broken and the tears began to fall uncontrollably as I lay in bed. I dialed Stella.
“It’s about time you called.”
“Stella,” I cried into the phone.
“Lorelei. Oh my God, what’s wrong?”
“Jack came over tonight unannounced and he met Hope. Now he’s pissed at me and told me that what happened between us was a mistake.”
“What a douchebag. Do you need me to come over?”
“No. Hope is in bed and I’m going to try and get some sleep. How the hell am I supposed to face him tomorrow? Being with him earlier was amazing and we both felt something. I’ve fallen for him, Stella,” I sobbed.
“Sweetie, calm down. Listen, I’m coming over and I don’t want to hear another word about it. I’ll be over in fifteen. Just sit tight.” Click.
I lay in bed, clutching the sheets that covered me. About fifteen minutes had passed and I heard the front door open and Stella walked into the room. She climbed in next to me and wrapped her arms around me.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” she said as she kissed the top of my head.
“I don’t think so. He told me that he wouldn’t fire me because I’m a good assistant but that there’s nothing between us but a professional working relationship.”
“Well, then he’s more of an asshole than we gave him credit for. Lorelei, he’s showing his true colors. You don’t want to be with a man like that. You deserve so much better.”