Chapter 56 This Is A Bad Idea
Eden's POV:
Working together in my apartment had seemed like a brilliant idea when I was exhausted after a gruelling day, however come the next day when the clock is getting closer and closer to the moment when Noah will have to come home with me, it definitely doesn't seem so great.
I consider pulling a sicky. Fain a headache or something. Anything to avoid having to spend even five minutes with Noah Grisham in MY APARTMENT. I must have been completely balmy yesterday to have even considered suggesting it. Either that of seriously paranoid. We were clearly alone, everyone else having gone home hours ago so why had I felt as if someone was watching me.
And no, I do not mean Noah. It hadn't been that nice feeling you get when your crush pays you attention. No. This had been that super creepy feeling you usually only get when you walk down a dimly lit street alone late at night.
Everyone else has already gone home and the department is deserted with only me and Noah still here.
He usually finishes around six at the latest and it's ten minutes to, so I need to think of something and sharpish. Anything to get myself out of this hole I've dug myself.
When Noah turns off his computer and grabs his jacket, I panic. My heart is racing as I try to at least pretend to look like I'm working.
"Eden," he says as he closes his office door behind him, "I've been thinking."
"Mhmm," I glance his way, trying my best to appear indifferent.
"I completely forgot that I need to go see my grandmother."
Thank goodness! It's Friday night! What a relief. He's a given me the perfect escape route. We can cancel the whole thing and forget I ever even suggested it.
"So I might be a little late," he says, flooring me.
Why? Why couldn't he just cancel?
"We can put it off," I try.
"No. It's too important. I just need an hour or so."
"An hour? That's fine. Take as long as you need."
I'm not going to feel any different in an hour's time. I'm still going to be a panicky mess so there's no point asking for longer. This is going to be awkward whenever it happens.
"Send me the address?"
'Can I just send him the wrong one?' I ask myself silently, as I say, "no problem. I'll send you a text."
"Great. Thank you."
If there is one thing worse than Noah being in my apartment, it's Noah being in my apartment on the weekend. Friday night through Sunday is supposed to be sacrosanct.
Gathering my stuff, I prepare to leave. If I hurry, I'll have just enough time to give the apartment one final tidy before he arrives. I'm not a slob and my home is usually pretty tidy but what Noah thinks of it matters more than it probably should. At least, he won't be going into my bedroom where there are still unpacked boxes littering the floor. I'd like to blame all the time I'm spending at work for the fact that I've not completely unpacked but truth is, I just don't see much point doing it. At some point in the near future, everyone is going to learn that I'm Eden Clancy and I'm going to move back home.
That small thought makes me frown. I've imagined the moment when Noah finds out countless times. I've even dreamed about it. There's no scenario where he doesn't react badly that I can see. He's going to feel betrayed, even more so because we've been getting closer.
I'd even say we've become sort of friends.
I feel ashamed. I'm doing exactly what I've complained about other people doing. Sure, my motivation is different but does that really matter? I still got to know him under false pretences. I still lied. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I try not to think about it as I leave the company and head around the corner to the tube stop. If I'm going to clean my apartment before he arrives, I need to get a train as soon as possible.
There's no point worrying about something that hasn't happened yet. I'll just have to accept the consequences of my actions when they come.
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