Begin Again novel Chapter 81

A gentle tap on the door pulled Liam away from his laptop, and he was surprised when Eden walked in with a file in her hand.

He didn't expect to see her before the marketing meeting after lunch, and he certainly didn't think she would ever want to come to his office again willingly considering their last showdown in this very room.

This sudden turn of events pleased him greatly.

He gawked at her openly, taking in every little thing about her, from her side-swept hair to the black knee-length dress and matching pumps she wore.

Was she always so pretty, or did it happen overnight?

Was that even possible?

Good grief, why was he even noticing how pretty she is when he should still be annoyed with her?

"Mr Anderson," Eden said from the door, and he waved her over.

"What can I do for you?" Liam asked softly, praying he doesn't say something stupid to mess up this golden opportunity.

Now's his chance to make things right with her and start working on his plan to win her over.

Matthew's stern words about the lawyer had bothered him the whole weekend, and he'd come to a firm conclusion. There's no way he'd push her into the attorney's arms and allow whatever it is that Isaac Jones was trying to start with her to flourish—

"—The research you asked for on influencers," Eden said, dropping the folder on his desk. "I know it's been a month already, but Gibby kept me busy with the training and handover. If it's too late, you can always discard it."

It was too late; his research team had already compiled all the data he needed. But he didn't have the heart to disappoint her.

"You could have emailed it," he murmured, hoping his voice was gentle.

It wasn't.

Eden looked ill at ease as she avoided his gaze.

"I didn't know what your preference is," she replied, still looking at the furniture in the room and her pretty shoes. "Anyway, thanks for loaning me your blazer. It's at the dry cleaner’s. It should be ready in a day or two. I'll return it soon."

Liam didn't care about the jacket; she can keep it for all he cares; after all, she kept his shirt. One more item—maybe his pants—and she'll have a full outfit of his.

What he did care about though was her headspace.