The Billionaire's Arrangement

LIAM ROSE

When I strode through the museum on Friday morning, there might have been an extra spring in my step. My night with Rome had been even better than I could have imagined. I felt…lighter. Freer. As if some piece of me that had always been out of joint had clicked into place.

Sure, I was still nervous and scared shitless most of the time, but it was as though my feet had found the right path out of the dark woods that had dominated most of my life. I could see the light, and I was heading in the right direction.

“Well, well, well. Someone had a good night,” Emily teased the moment she saw me. She turned away from her laptop and gave the floor a shove with the toe of her shoe, sending her rolling across the linoleum to me on her stool.