Love On My Mind Read Online Free

orgasm-givers.”
    “Ugh. Now I’m definitely getting rid of it.”
    Indi sobered. “Seriously, you know I’m allergic to staying in one place for too long. But it wouldn’t matter if you lived in a shack. You are my home.”
    Chelsea wrapped an arm around Indi’s shoulders. “I love you, too. And you always have a place with me. Don’t ever forget that.”
    “I won’t.” She reached down and grabbed a small colorful bag covered in fringe. “Since you have your hands full here I’m going to head back to the condo and start packing.”
    “Text me later, okay?”
    “Of course.”
    “And I’m calling the plumber as soon as you leave.”
    They hugged once more and Chelsea watched the closest thing she had to family walk away from her.
    Again.
    She gathered her hair back from her face, lifted the mass off her neck, and let the curls flow through her fingers. She understood Indi’s wanderlust and missed her when she was gone. Chelsea knew she should wish for her to settle down close by, but . . .
    A part of her was relieved that Indi was gone most of the year.
    Chelsea swallowed past the thickness that developed in the back of her throat. How could she even think such a traitorous thought? And yet, having Indi close was exhausting. Always being on her best behavior. Looking the part, dressing the part, acting the part. The consummate professional woman. Trying to live up to the image that Indi had of her, expected of her, was tough.
    She walked over to the window that afforded her a clear view of downtown. With its tall skyscrapers in the forefront and the mountains in the background, the city sat before her like a topographical tiara. Incredible weather, great beaches, world-class art, and the entertainment industry made LA one of the most powerful cities in the world. And she was thriving here. Her. Chelsea Grant. A woman who came from no money and even less pedigree. If she was truly making it here, did that mean she’d finally become the successful woman everyone believed her to be?
    Or had she become really proficient at faking it?
    A brief knock on her door preceded the appearance of Jill’s round face. “I saw India getting on the elevator. You’re not going to lunch?”
    “No.” Chelsea recalled her poise, headed back to her desk and sat down. Grabbing her iPad, she entered her password and frowned at the list already starting to read like a document that belonged in the National Archives. “I need you to make copies of our files on Portia Altman, Malcolm Murdoch, and the Glover Foundation.”
    Jill’s brow lowered and her head flinched back slightly. “The three accounts you just brought in?”
    “Yes. Email them to Stan, Fabiola, and Andrea, respectively.”
    “We’ve barely begun strategizing for them,” Jill argued, closing the door behind her. “Is this a new approach? Are you planning on bringing in the other departments earlier than usual?”
    “Plans?” She laughed, then wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant sound. “I’ve recently discovered someone in authority laughs when I dare to make plans.”
    Jill crossed her arms. “What’s going on? You were scheduled to meet with Mrs. Stowe for your performance review. I understand that your promotion means you have to be mindful of more eyes on you, but no reasonable person could possibly begrudge you showing a little excitement or taking the afternoon off to have a celebratory lunch with your sister.” She hesitated. “Unless . . .”
    Chelsea’s chest tightened but she fought through it. This wasn’t over. She still had a chance. She shrugged.
    “You didn’t make partner?” Jill asked in a tone that suggested the notion was absurd. “Are they crazy? You’re the best publicity director in this company, not to mention the best boss. What happened?”
    Although it was necessary, she hated re-sharing the tale. “They didn’t deny me the partnership. They conditioned it upon my successful handling and completion of a