Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 83

I glanced at the clock and casually asked, “Hey, Darren, can I swing by here and pick you up at seven tomorrow evening?”

Darren looked at me like I just grew a second head, then after a brief pause, he chuckled and said, “Sure, let’s roll with that.”

I mean, I felt kinda bad always bumming favors off him. Just got myself a new ride, so playing chauffeur was really no biggie, just going with the flow.

But there was something off about Darren’s tone.

After leaving the Youth Hostel, I immediately called Wallis.

As soon as she picked up, I heard heavy breathing on the other end. “What’s up, Xaviera?”

Realizing I might have caught her at a bad time, I plucked up the courage and said, “I need a full set of threads, the battle–dress kind.”

“Whoa there,” Wallis’s voice spiked, “With who?”

“Professor Yearwood,” I spilled the beans. “I’ll be at the soirée tomorrow night too.”

“Nice.” Wallis let out a thrilled yell, “Leave it to me, oh.”

A weird moan leaked through the phone.

froze for a sec, then

call

showed up at the office the next day, looking like

a

“You naughty

a saucy line.

you seriously need to stop playing the nun. You know a woman’s eggs start to feel their age past thirty, right? Time to spice things up,

was blushing head

It’s been ages; you should switch things up, try a new flavor.” Images I had no control over flashed through my

derailed by Wallis’s banter

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“When are we going shopping?”

flicked her hair and giggled, “How

her ex–hubby’s three–story villa he left her in

the variety of chic dresses

though her ex was a bastard,

or a pretty man, darling, gotta have one.” Wallis quipped about

over those words, then

ivory satin slip dress, “I ordered this at a Bulgari event two years. back, never wore

fabric, felt like