Chapter 59

• Marilyn's POV
• I insisted on taking a cab home. Maybe a part of me didn't want a repetition of what happened the last time when Lorenzo spotted me from heaven knows where. Conner begged me to let him take me back home, as though I hadn't already been grateful enough to how much of a gentleman he already was. "It's a Sunday, Marilyn. We could just spend the day together..." he said. The way his eyes were staring at me so hopefully had my heart beating like a hummingbird in its cage. It made it harder not to say yes to whatever he wanted. I didn't know where he stood with me yet, sure, we had a great night, but I didn't want to dig deeper into feelings I wasn't completely sure of.
• "I'm sorry, Conner. I'm sure Mr. Underwood will be expecting me to not have a hangover and to prepare tomorrow's work beforehand..."