Chapter 6 : She’s Not a Trust Fund Baby

*Michael*

As I rounded the corner, I was surprised to see Shelby’s red hair flowing off the back of the lounge chair. She looked so relaxed that I felt guilty invading her solace, but I couldn’t leave now. If she noticed me leaving, I’d make an even bigger fool of myself than I’d done the night before.

“It looks like you found my hiding place. You must have had the same idea," I said, and her gray eyes fluttered open.

“Mr. Astor!” she said, sitting up and turning to look at me.

I sat down on the lounge chair next to her and laid back. I was taking full advantage of the moment to make a better impression.

“Shelby, you can call me Michael.”

“Mr. Astor, I don’t know if…” Shelby started.

“Please, I insist,” I said before she could finish.

“Alright,” she answered with a small smile. “I am so sorry if I took your hiding spot. I needed some time to myself, so your intern, Reggie, told me how to get here.”

“You can stay as long as you’d like. D