No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 69



Girlfriend? Just days ago, he was all about dating me, talking about getting married, and then, he had a girlfriend. Thinking about how eager he seemed to settle down, I realized he must've moved on fast after I turned him down. That was just as well. It meant I could face him without awkwardness or worry.

I briskly tossed my lunch box into the trash can and waited for him.

Deborah came over in less than two minutes, not having finished her chicken parmesan, probably too bummed out about her crush being off the market to eat.

"Ugh," she sighed as soon as she arrived, "all the good ones are always off the market, aren't they? Not even a chance for a little flirt."

Her words had me cracking up. "Deborah, thank goodness you were born a girl. You'd bankrupt yourself chasing after people if you were a guy." As I said so, Ernest walked our way, wearing a black T-shirt, cargo pants, and leather boots, his posture exuding confidence. The man was a walking pheromone bomb.

"Hot damn!" Deborah exclaimed. "Look at that swagger. He's just, wow. Imagine getting a hug from those arms.'

I tapped her on the head with my finger. "Ease up on the daydreams, will you?"

"Seriously though, what kind of girl deserves a total catch like him? I'm curious," Deborah mused, unable to take her eyes off Ernest.

don't know. Why don't you ask Ernest yourself?" I suggested as I headed

and I should ensure he had everything he needed. If the lighting weren't perfect, I'd be in trouble. Deborah quickly followed, whispering, "Just

After two years of working together, I never realized how thirsty

to work. Since Graham had emailed him the details, Ernest got straight to adjusting the lights. He

work, as always." Deborah clapped, sounding like his number

approached me and asked, "Where's your electrical

"Huh?" I was confused.

het

I need to check your current and wiring, and it'd be best to have your electrician

called our electrician to meet

problem area while I led Ernest

awkward silence,

broke the silence. "I thought you were a

am. Part-time," he replied

capable, and seeing him then,

A lighting technician with

There must be a reason, probably financial, for him to live in such