Chapter 2
Nothing good ever came of Rosaline’s wishes.
The last time it happened, she ended up fleeing and inventing a new identity to throw herself off the scent from The Order’s radar. She had few choices at that time, and no reason to stay.
But could she stay now? She had her life here as Julia, a stable job that she liked, a nice apartment in the city, and her first kiss.
She touched her lips with her fingers; she could still feel his warm lips on hers, false as it was.
She knew he had only kissed her because she had wished him to, but now here she was, in the editor’s meeting daydreaming about this sexy stranger’s lips, wanting to taste them again, and if she were more honest, kissing those lips would not be enough; she wanted the words that flowed so effortlessly from those lips, and the man that could so eloquently produce them.
Of course, the fact that he did not ask for her number or ask to go into her apartment only proved that reality was not on the side of her silly daydreams, and she should leave while she still could.
He had no real interest in her; he had placed a final kiss on her forehead before turning around without a word. The man’s silence spoke volumes as he had been more than adequate to keep up with her in their conversations. Rosaline smiled; adequate did not quite adequately describe him.
And that was why she went to interrogate the baristas at the café instead of packing and leaving.
“Oh, I’d fuck him,” the third waitress had stated with lusty eyes. But that did not answer Rosaline’s question, so she asked again. “I’ve never seen him before or after here, and I’d definitely remember a hot piece of ass like that.”
Forget his ass
, Rosaline thought while thanking her.
At least this proved that he was not just a figment of her imagination as Rosaline had started to doubt her own sanity.
“That should conclude our meeting today. Julia?” Linda’s deep flat voice drifted into her ear. “Julia,” Linda repeated.
Rosaline snapped out of her reverie and returned her attention to the editor’s meeting.
“Did you see the email about Rainey?” Linda asked, and when Rosaline’s face stayed blank, she continued, “The author that sold five-million-three-hundred-thousand-two-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fifty copies on his first book in the first year?”
Nodding, Rosaline thought she would remember that particular number. She should.
“He’s coming in”—Linda looked down at her phone for the time like a trainer clocking their stopwatch—”in ten minutes, we will meet at your office.”
Rosaline nodded again, her brain scrambling to retrieve information to figure out who Rainey was, and came up with nothing. She had been too distracted last week.
*****
A quick search in her inbox produced a few emails about Rainey, although she had no recollection of reading them. Scrolling, she skimmed through the emails, and yet the more she scrolled, the less she understood. This writer with only a last name—she assumed Rainey was a last name—apparently wrote political thrillers, which were not her genre.
Then she heard two sets of footsteps and Linda’s laughter approaching her office. Linda was laughing?
Wait, they are here?
Rosaline threw her phone onto her desk, stood up and smoothed her sundress over her body to calm herself down. Too late to research; she just had to fake it until she made it, so she put on the brightest smile.
But as the tall dark shadow came into her view, her smile was chased away by recognition, confusion, then excitement, then—
Something was off.
Rosaline tracked her eyes over the familiar untamed dark hair, the mischievous dark eyes, that straight nose, the upturned curve of his lips. It was the stranger who haunted her dreams for the last week, but something was—she doubled back to those eyes.
That arrogant asshole knew.
She sucked in a sharp breath to contain the rioting emotions that coursed through her as realization came, and settled herself on the most accessible and tangible.
Glaring at Gabriel as much as it was appropriate under supervision, she let out a few deep breaths, while her treacherous heart decided to pick up its pacing at the sight of him without consulting her brain.
He grinned at her like a boy hiding candy behind his back; amusement returned to the depth of his eyes.
“Julia, this is Gabriel Rainey,” introduced Linda.
“Gabriel, this is Julia. This is unusual but as you requested, she will be working with you directly,” Linda continued her introduction, not yet aware of the underlying current that lapped between Rosaline and Gabriel.
“Gabriel,” Rosaline bit her word out; her smile so stiff on her face that it might shatter into pieces.
“Julia,” Gabriel said, returning her forced smile with his dazzling one.
She was not sure if she wanted to kiss him or strangle him.
Linda looked back and forth between Rosaline and Gabriel, her sensors picking up unusual frequencies, and she asked, “Did you know each other already?”
“Yes,” Rosaline and Gabriel said in unison, although Gabriel had the nerve to sound like he was happy about the situation. Of course, he was happy; he did not have to question the service people at the café.
Rosaline crossed her arms and pressed her lips together, while Gabriel smirked.
Linda took a long look at them, processing the information, and Rosaline was certain that she was about to get fired for unknowingly kissing a coworker because she did not prepare for this meeting; she did not even Google him as she was too busy interrogating baristas, asking about the same freaking man.
“Fantastic, I knew you are always prepared,” Linda said to Rosaline, already turning towards the door. “I will leave you two to it.”
She threw him a smile over her shoulder before she left the room.
Rosaline could not believe it. She had heard Linda laugh exactly three times since they met eight years ago, and each time it had sounded like her human simulation program needed debugging, but Gabriel had the editor in chief eating out of the palm of his hand in ten minutes.
Speaking of the devil himself. Rosaline swirled around to face him.
“Did you know?” Rosaline asked with a threatening tone, waiting to make sure Linda was well out of earshot.
“Oh hi, I’m fine, thank you for asking, and I missed you too,” Gabriel said with the same amusement that often danced around the corners of his eyes.
“You knew.” she said, ignoring his charm.
His humorous eyes bored into hers. She stared right back at him, fully intending to intimidate him, but her heart betrayed her by pounding harder again.
“I saw your email,” Gabriel said.
At least someone did. She shook her head.
Rosaline felt like a fool, pining for him for the last few days, paralyzed by her yearning, questioning her own future, while he knew who she was all along.
He knew who she was, her powers, her secret.
Propelled by that thought, she stalked towards him, but quickly realized her mistake as the small distance made the difference in their height more pronounced, and the air thinner. She only came eye to eye with his broad chest. The fresh mint smell drifted into her nose.
“You went through my phone?” Too late to back down, Rosaline angled her head and glared up at him, attempting to look threatening albeit her small frame, struggling to keep her voice neutral.
“No, your phone woke up from the notification,” he said. “I saw an email preview.”
She was replaying the events of that day in her mind, trying to recall the precise moment when any email had arrived, and then realization dawned on her before she could retrace more of her memory. “That’s why you didn’t ask for my number.”
“You didn’t ask for mine, either,” he said under his breath.
Rosaline snapped her attention back to him.
