Shortly after Oliver left, Amanda said, "Keep measuring. I'll see you back at the office."

Alone in his house, my mind took off in different directions until it was ready to explode. Thankfully, measuring only required me to point the laser and record the output.

How did Oliver become Duff? What was his relationship with Amanda? Why had he kept the poster? Did he remember our kiss?

No girl forgets her first kiss, especially when it came from an older god-like man. With his blond hair and clear blue eyes, he should be an immortal from ancient Olympus. His eyes had infiltrated my dreams for years.

By the time I reached my Brighton apartment, my head pounded. Lean Cuisine, Tylenol, and bed in that order. With my frozen dinner turning in the microwave, I Googled Oliver Sumner. His background told me all I needed to know. He was out of my league. 'Son of publishing giant Kenneth Sumner'. 'Harvard Business School'. 'Director of Operations, Roche-Sumner Publishing Company'. Switching to images, his blue eyes stared back. Every picture he wore a suit or tuxedo and some he had a beautiful woman on his arm.

When my apartment door burst open, I dropped my phone like they caught me looking at porn. Rex and Ashton were our Chandler and Joey, except they live below us in the old house and they were a couple.

Rex smiled like a four-year-old in front of presents. "Dish. Who's the client Amanda wants so bad?"

My faulty mouth disconnected from my common sense. "He kissed me!"

Ashton sat on our ugly chintz sofa and crossed his legs before leaning forward. His elbow rested on his knee with his dark stubbly chin resting on his palm. "Girlfriend, tell us more."

Rex stood with his hands on his narrow hips. "Don't encourage her. She'll get fired and I'll have to quit. I can't survive without her."

I rolled my eyes. "I was sixteen, and he doesn't remember, so I'm not getting fired. But..." I felt wicked as a smile covered my face. "I don't think he likes Amanda."

Rex let out a savage chortle. "Ha, no one likes the witch except Carol."

Aston started singing to the tune of 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'. "N-E-P-O-T-ism..."

I covered my face with my hand. "Stop. It's making my headache worse when I laugh."

The microwave gave a reminder beep that it had finished heating my meal.

Ashton stood up. "We'll leave, but mark my words Mr. Yummy will remember your sweet lips."

Rex added, "Is he yummy?"

With a slack jaw, I nodded. "Top shelf."

Both men left as they said, "Oooh..."

As I sat down to eat, my kitty, Duffy ventured out of my bedroom. I sighed. "He's definitely yummy, but I'll never get another taste."

Thankfully, I woke without a headache. My day was spent loading the dimensions of Duff, rather Oliver's house into the program used to create plans. Any chance he could, Rex made kissing sounds at me. At first, I laughed, but when a co-worker noticed, I snapped.

"Grow up. Some people are trying to work."

My mind was already bursting with design ideas. The formica countertops, dated ceramic tile floors, and particle board cupboards had to go. I felt like a hypocrite because I had hand-me-down furniture and ancient metal cupboards in my kitchen of my rental in the circa 1935 house.

Amanda appeared asking if I had finished, as if it were a room not an entire four-bedroom house.

I looked at Amanda's scowl and smiled sweetly. "When are you seeing Oliver again?"

Her smug smile made my pulse throb in my temple. "Friday evening and I'd like to give him an update."

Friday was two days away. "I have some design ideas. I could sh..."

"Emma, you're the assistant. It isn't your job."

She pivoted on her heels and walked away.

Rex mimicked in a whiny voice. "You're my assistant. You can go fetch."

I turned to him and stuck out my tongue. His sarcastic laugh only made me feel worse.

"I think we need tequila for Friday night."

I shook my head. "Count me out."

"That's what you always say."

Friday afternoon at three, Amanda appeared like an animatronic spook who jumps around the corner in a haunted house.

"Emma, I need the pictures you took at the Sumner house."

I was on the verge of an ulcer. "You told me to measure. You never said pictures. The plans are detailed."

"How can I show before and after?"

Rex blocked his ears from the shrill.

Calm breaths. "Can't it wait. By the time I get there with the traffic, it'll be almost five."

"Traffic isn't my problem. Go. I have to get ready to go out."

I looked at Rex, who shrugged. Logging off, I went to get the camera before heading for the elevator.