Scarlett POV
Gary Hirsch was seriously creeping the hell out of me.
I decided not to text him back, so I put my phone on 'Do Not Disturb' and threw it aside. Work had to come first. Tomorrow is the weekend, which means I need to grind through every damn thing on my plate tonight. I ended up crashing home close to two a.m., face-planted into bed, and slept like the dead until noon.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand; the doorman.
“Miss Ravencroft, got a bunch of packages down here for you. Might wanna bring a friend to help haul ’em up.”
I blinked at the ceiling, still half-groggy.
What the actual f**k?
I dragged Delaney down with me. When we reached the lobby, it wasn’t “a bunch.” It was a damn mountain of boxes stacked along the wall, luxury logos screaming from every side. Chanel
