Boss Next Door: An Enemies to Lovers Romance by Poppy Richardson
My hands were full, and with my brush tucked under my armpit, I tried to stick my key into my lock. It didn’t fit, and after raising it to examine it, I realised it was the wrong key. For fuck’s sake.
My hair was all over the place— I’d woken up late and did not have the time to style it, I wanted to do that in the elevator. It got in my eyes, and I huffed loudly, everything was difficult, extremely difficult. I was pretty sure I looked like a hot mess, struggling to hold onto my bag while examining the rest of my keys. It was at that exact moment that my mysterious neighbor walked out, carrying with him, an air of importance. I knew nothing about him, but I could bet he was an authoritative figure wherever it was he worked.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling at him, already knowing fully well how it would end. Not a word, only an imperceptible nod. Today, however, there was a new addition— he judged me with his look, nodded, and walked into the elevator.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Please keep it open for me, I’ll be there in a sec,” I called out to him before I took out another key chain and turned my lock. He didn’t keep it open for me, and I had to stop the elevator doors from closing at the very last minute. I laughed out of nervousness and stepped in beside him.
“Big day today,” I said, sparing him a glance.
It was a big day yet I’d spent the better part of the night binge-watching my favorite show, a show that I had watched over five times already. A show I could probably recite and act word for word, scene by scene.
It’s better than stalking your ex and feeling sorry for yourself.