Alice

When I got back to the apartment, I felt different. Not confused or insecure. I’m feeling controlled and grounded.

I turned on the kitchen lights and headed straight to the fridge. As I took out the ingredients for adobo, his message replayed in my mind.

'Wear something that makes me forget my last name.'

I smiled to myself before grabbing my phone and starting typing.

Me: I’m at the apartment.

His reply came almost instantly.

Lance: Are you trying to distract me from corporate warfare, Miss Marketing?

Me: Maybe. Is it working?

Lance: Very. What kind of wine?

Me: Red. Strong. Like you when you’re stubborn.

Lance: Careful. I...