With that, I leave the club, passing the women on my way out, who are still going on and on about how awesome it was to talk to me.
“Offer still stands, you know.”
The blonde from earlier winks at me and I laugh, just walking away and not bothering to answer her. I can still hear them just before I call for a car, and I can’t help but snicker at their conversation.
“I was hoping that he would lay down some pipe, but being rejected by him is better than nothing, right?”
“It so is. you should take a selfie and post it, it’s not every night a girl gets to talk to Riker Lord!”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing, and I just laugh and shake my head, making my way back to my hotel.
14 Jane
It’s my first day back to work as Riker’s ‘wife,’ and boy am I ever nervous about it. Sure nothing has really changed. I’m just going to work like I normally would, and my schedule will be the same minus doing more work on his case, but for some reason, I’m still a nervous wreck about it. There’s an air of uncertainty that I’m not sure I’ve ever felt while going to work, and the weirdest part about it is that it’s not even work-related, not really. Sure Riker is my client, but he’s been my client for some time. This time he’s my client and my fiancé, and so I’ll be making my debut in that scenario to my co-workers.
What the hell does someone even wear in a situation like that, and why do I even care so much about my outfit? It’s not as if I’m walking down the aisle and I’m trying to pick my wedding dress, this isn’t even a real engagement. I’m just going to work, so I should be putting on my normal, everyday work clothes, instead of standing here in front of my closet, a pile of dresses and skirts and blouses all thrown about onto my bed. I’ve tried so many different outfit combinations already that I feel like I’m going cross-eyed, and I sit down onto my bed with a huff.
I grab the first thing I had picked out before I started overthinking everything—a simple fitted black dress that comes to mid-thigh, strapless and a conservative neckline—and I slip it on, turning around in front of the mirror to look myself over. I do look good, and it’s one of my favorite dresses, so I decide that it’s the one. I take a few minutes and pick up the clothes I’d strewn about in my frantic attempt to decide what to wear, chuckling to myself at being so silly and worrying about something so frivolous. I’m just going back to work in the office, and it’s just going to be another day.
Or so I thought.
When I get to work, instead of casual greetings and quick glances from people, they greet me warmly, ask me if I need anything, asking me how my weekend went, etc. Getting to my office took double the time it usually does because I was stopped by no less than six people who gave me their congratulations on being engaged and they too ask me if I needed anything.
At first, I think that people are just being nosy and nice, but after a while, I realize that all of this stuff with me being in the news with Riker and our engagement may not have changed things for me, but it’s changed things for everyone else in the office. I’m not longer just Jane Gordon. I’m now Jane Gordon, fiancé to Riker Lord, and they all respect me more. It pisses me off a bit that me getting engaged to someone like Riker apparently means I’m worthy of more respect, but I’m also not going to complain about it.
The rest of the day is ridiculously productive, and by the end of it, I’m ready to head to Riker’s hotel, actually looking forward to our dinner together. We had made plans to go out and have dinner together, and while it’s purely for the reporter’s benefits, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it as well. We’d gone through several choices but ended up picking a nice restaurant uptown with loads of open space, very public. We wanted to go someplace that the media could see us so that we’d be seen together in public, and the one we picked out had a gorgeous open balcony that could be seen from the street, perfect for catching candid photos.
So imagine my surprise when I make my way to his hotel room, and he opens up the door, beckoning me inside and towards a table set up with dinner for two. I give him a skeptical look and step inside, smirking when he shuts the door behind me, and I feel him at my back.
“What’s with this?” I say with a coy smile, tilting my head up to look at him, “I thought we were going out to dinner?”
“I’ve got dinner ready for us right here. I ordered room service and had them set up a fancy table and everything.”
I laugh gently and turn around to face him, cocking my brow with a smirk as I playfully prod him in the chest with my finger.
“You were supposed to make dinner reservations at a restaurant, and I was looking forward to a night out. I thought we were going to have dinner in public so that we could be seen?”
He raises his brows with a cocky grin and chuckles, stepping forward into my space and taking my hand from his chest, rubbing his thumb along the back of it.
“Oh, so you want to be seen with me now, huh?”
I roll my eyes with a laugh and shake my head, looking up at him. He really is handsome and I can’t help the way my eyes linger, dancing
