Fall into my Heart (The Subzero Series, #1)
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Authors: Rebecca Elise
Tags: #romance, #romantic comedy, #contemporary romance
Fall Into My Heart
Subzero Series Book
One
By Rebecca Elise
Fall into my Heart
Subzero Series Book
One
Rebecca Elise
Published by Rebecca
Elise
Copyright © 2013
Rebecca Elise
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Publishing
Cover Photo by Roman
Barelko
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I
still can’t believe I am doing this. I must have lost my
mind. I have never been a fly by the seat of your pants kind of girl. I have
always been so responsible and levelheaded. But that was the old me. The new me
is crazy and unpredictable.....I hope. My name is Chloe Carver and up until last
Tuesday I was a publicist’s assistant for the New York branch of Drayton
McGuire’s P.R. firm. In three days, I will officially step into my new position
as a publicist for the firm’s branch in London.
This new spontaneous life of mine started about three months
ago. I got off from work early enough to catch my actor fiancé, Connor Scott,
in bed with one of the actresses from his current play. Connor told me it was
an accident. You know, they accidently decided to go back to our apartment,
accidently went into our bedroom and accidently fell into our bed, where all of
their clothes accidently fell off. Ugh. Of all the girls he could have cheated
on me with, I can’t believe it was with Carina Bishop. Carina had mile long
legs that never seemed to end, shiny blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a perfect
year round golden tan. At 5 feet tall, 110 lbs with shoulder length brown hair
and brown eyes, I felt like a squat little oaf compared to her.
Anyway, after that I felt like I needed a little change. So
I went into my bosses office, told her I was interested in the position open at
the London office, and here I am.
“Excuse me miss, we’re here.”
The taxi driver pulled me out of my dazed state as he came
to a stop in front of my new home. I handed him what I hoped was the right
amount of money and took a deep breath as I stepped out of his cab.
Well here’s to the start of my new life
. I grabbed
the handle of my black rolling suitcase, turned around and walked smack into a
guy with an electric blue Mohawk.
“Oh geez.....I’m so sorry.” I stammered.
“It’s okay beautiful, happens all the time.” Blue Mohawk
said. He turned to his friends and said, “See I told you I am a chick magnet.
The ladies are just drawn to me.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I glanced over at
Mohawks friends. They were cute.....REALLY cute. They were all wearing the same
khaki colored cargo pants and t-shirts with the word Subzero on them, which
made me wonder if they were some sort of a standard issued uniform. One of the
guys was really tall, 6’5 easy, with a bright red crew cut and green eyes. The
guy next to him was average height, average weight, with a blonde buzz cut and
brown eyes. Next to him was a guy with spiky jet black hair and the most
gorgeous pair of sapphire blue eyes I had ever seen. Mr. Gorgeous Blue Eyes
cocked his head to the side and flashed me a crooked smile. Realizing I just
got caught staring at him, I quickly looked away and felt my cheeks grow warm
as they blushed bright red.
“Ummmm.....Are you okay?” Blue Mohawk asked.
I glanced at him and did what any sophisticated girl in my
position would do.....I muttered something that even I didn’t understand and I
took off. As I walked through the door into my condo building, I swear I heard
the four of them laughing.
Stepping into the elevator, I pressed the button for the
third floor and leaned back against the cool stainless steel walls and closed
my eyes.
Way to make a first impression you big dope,
I thought. I shook
my head at my own absurdity as the elevator pinged. I stepped out and quickly
moved towards the glossy black door labeled 3C. I closed the door behind me and
as I turned around, I caught my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall.
“You are such a spastic tart.” I told myself.
I let go of the handle of my suitcase and walked down the
hall and into the living room. Sitting down on the oversized beige couch, I
looked around the room in a daze. This was the first time in my life I had
moved a significant distance from home and I wasn’t sure what to do with
myself. Drayton McGuire furnished my apartment so I didn’t have any decorating
to do. Not yet anyway. I mean their decorator did a nice job, but it’s kind
of.....well.....if I am being honest it’s quite.....boring. It’s boring. Everything
is neutral tones, which is okay but if I ended up staying here long term I will
have to put a little bit of my personality in this place. I didn’t feel like
unpacking. I needed groceries but after my flight I didn’t think I had the
energy to find a grocery store and actually shop for anything.
I curled up on the couch and pulled out my cell phone.
Hmmm.....it should be about 11:00 in New York. I punched in my sister’s phone
number and she answered after two rings.
“Chloe! How’s London?” She asked enthusiastically without
even saying hello.
“Oh my goodness Abby, you won’t believe what happened to me”
I said.
I told Abby about my embarrassing run in with Blue Mohawk
and his friends. She apparently thought it was as comical as they did.
“It’s so not funny,” I groaned, “What if they live here?
What if I see them again? They probably think I am an idiot. The girl who gets
all mumbley and runs away! Who does that anyway?”
“Well don’t worry about it. I’ll be out in a few weeks to
visit. We can do some damage control then.” She laughed.
“Thanks Abby. I’ll talk to you later.” I said and we both
disconnected.
Damage control....I’m hoping there won’t be any need for
damage control seeing as I honestly don’t plan on running into Ole Blue and his
buddies anytime soon. I bet none of them live here anyway so I am probably
worrying over nothing.
All of the sudden I realized I still felt disgusting from spending
so much time on an airplane and decided what I needed was a nice, warm shower.
Reluctantly I pulled myself up off of the couch and I walked towards my
bedroom, grabbing my suitcase along the way. I wheeled my suitcase next to my
bed, opened it up and grabbed my bag of toiletries.
I started to feel the stress of my day slip away as I
entered the bathroom. The walls were painted a very subtle shade of green. I
ran my fingertips along the white marble countertop and looked around. There
was a standup shower next to the toilet and across from that was.....oh my god a
garden tub! I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the garden tub. I
absolutely love garden tubs and could already picture myself here reading a
trashy magazine and sipping a glass of wine after a long day at the office.
I glanced into the mirror and quickly remember why I came in
here. Why is it celebrities are photographed getting off of planes and they
look absolutely fabulous, yet I get off the plane and I look like I haven’t
seen a hairbrush or a shower in years? I turned on the water and began to
undress slowly, tossing my clothes aside. I stepped into the shower as the
bathroom started to fill up with steam.
After my shower, I put on my pajamas and rummaged around my carryon
bag to see if I had anything left over from my flight to eat. I found a pumpkin
pie granola bar, a baggie filled halfway with baked wheat crackers and a pack
of mini blueberry muffins. Score! Dinner is served! I haven’t eaten dinner like
this since I was in college, but since I have no food and no idea what is
around here, this will have to do.
After dinner, I turned on my laptop and played a couple
rounds of solitaire until I could barely keep my eyes open. I managed to
shuffle half asleep into my bedroom. Without turning on the light, I felt
around for my bed. Finding it almost immediately, I crawled in and fell fast
asleep.
~*~
So far my first official full day in London was getting off
to a better start. After I woke up, I unpacked my clothes and found directions
to a grocery store. Before I left, I looked out the window to make sure my new
friends weren’t hanging around outside. Luck was on my side as they were
nowhere to be seen. Looks like I won’t be embarrassing myself today.
Thank goodness!
I found the grocery store without a problem. I hated going
to the grocery store and it’s even worse when you don’t know where anything is.
I finally managed to fill up my cart with enough food two weeks, which isn’t
hard to do when you live by yourself, and a gorgeous bouquet of lilies. All
girls should get flowers, even if they bought them for themselves, right?
It was gorgeous outside so even though I took the bus to get
there, I decided to walk back to my condo. It wasn’t very far and, despite the
fact that I was now toting eight sort of light grocery bags, I actually enjoyed
my walk. That was, until I walked into my building and saw the “Out of Order”
sign hanging on the elevator doors. I sighed and started my walk up the three
flights of stairs. I was almost to the top when I tripped on a step and
groceries went flying.
“Do you need a hand?” A velvety smooth voice called from behind
me.
I turned around and there was Mr. Gorgeous Blue Eyes walking
up the steps with a smirk on his face.
“Ummm.....No. I got it. Thank you though.” I said.
“Yeah it looks like it,” He said as he bent down and picked up
my carton of toffee bar ice cream. “I should probably warn you that the lift is
constantly on the fritz.”
“The what?” I asked.
He let out a laugh and sucked in his lower lip to try and
suppress it. “The elevator.”
He helped me put my groceries back in my bags. I felt like I
should say something, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. He looked up and
smiled and I realized that I was staring at him again. It was hard not to. He
looked kinda hot in his tan corduroy pants and blue polo style shirt, and his
face..... Wow didn’t seem like quite enough to describe him.
“What number are you?” He asked as he grabbed a couple of my
bags.
“Ummm 3C.....Thank you.”
“No problem. I’m Jackson by the way, but pretty much
everyone calls me Jack.”
“I’m Chloe.”
We walked the rest of the way up to my condo in silence.
When we got to my door I turned to him. “Thanks I can get it from here.”
“You’re welcome. It was nice meeting you Chloe. I hope to
see you around sometime.” Jack smiled as he set my bags down next to my door.
I watched him turn around and expected him to head towards
the stairs. To my surprise, Jack walked over to the door directly across from
mine.
“You live here too?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“You live in that condo right there?”
“Yes.” He said with a laugh. He turned around and flashed me
a smile before disappearing behind the door.
Did I really just ask him that? I mean he said he lived here
and it was quite obvious which condo he lived in, considering the fact I
watched him unlock the door. I’m pretty sure he thinks I am some sort of a raging
mental case. That’s what I would think if I were him. Well this ought to be
interesting.
I picked up my bags and carried them into the kitchen. After
I put my food away, I pulled a vase down from on top of a shelf. I filled it
with water and arranged my slightly bent lilies the best I could. I carried the
vase into the living room, set it down on the coffee table, and sat down on my
couch. I picked my laptop up from the floor, turned it on and clicked on the
icon for my email. Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, do I need to enlarge my
what? Oh look! There’s an email from Noelle!
Chloe,
So I really wish you were here! I had an insane lapse of
judgment the night of your going away party. You’re going to think I’ve gone
crazy, which maybe I have. I’ll call you in a few days when I can bring myself
to discuss it. I miss you!!!
XOXO,
Noelle
P.S. The insane lapse of judgments name is Nick. Please
don’t hate me!
Oh no! This isn’t going to be good! Nick is my idiot of a
brother. He likes fast cars, faster girls, and doing as little amount of work
as possible. Nick is two years older than I am and is apparently trying to see
just how long he can mooch off of our parents, which will probably be forever.
Don’t get me wrong I love my brother and he is a great guy. He’s just a tad
lazy, totally commitment phobic and has long since played out the college
student card.
For a minute I thought I needed to stop this before Noelle
gets hurt, but we have been friends since we were five. She knows what my
brother is like. I don’t want to be mean, but I am so not getting involved,
especially not from another continent.
I closed my laptop and walked into my bedroom. Tomorrow was
my first day at the office and I had no idea what to wear. I opened up my walk
in closet and just stared into it. I walked over to my black suit and touched
the sleeve of the jacket. I wanted to make a good impression, but I didn’t want
to look like a total bore. I pulled out a couple of outfits but I wasn’t
thrilled with the way anything looked. Normally I would just go out and buy a
new outfit, but I wasn’t sure where the mall was. I sighed as I stared at my
hopeless wardrobe. I finally settled on tan dress slacks, a white cashmere
sweater, and tan heels.
Feeling confident in my wardrobe choice, I started to walk back
into the living room. I stopped in the hallway and glanced at the front door.
Curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to the door and glanced through
the peep hole. The hallway was empty. I felt slightly ridiculous. I didn’t even
know why I was looking for him. I mean what was I going to do if I saw him? I
had no intentions of talking to him. I looked at myself in the hall mirror and
rolled my eyes. “You are such a dork.” I muttered to myself.
I walked into my living room and glanced at the clock. I
groaned when I realized it was only 4:30. I need to make some friends around
here or bribe someone to move over here with me. All of the sudden there was
some sort of a commotion going on outside. Walking over to peek out the balcony
I saw Jack sitting in the back of a shiny black pickup truck strumming a guitar
while blue Mohawk was beating his hands on the top of the truck like it was a
drum. It’s too bad I was so bound and determined to avoid them. If I didn’t
feel like I did something to embarrass myself when I saw these guys, they
seemed like they’d actually be fun to hang out with.
