Raiden escorted me to the elevator when the day ended, which he usually did, and we struck up a conversation about the weekend. It was Friday, and he began by asking, “Any exciting plans for tonight?”
Other than putting on my jammies and binge-watching Netflix, like I did every weekend, there was zilch on the calendar.
“Not tonight, I don’t.”
“Does that mean you have plans for tomorrow night?”
I cast him a glance and asked, “Are you just curious or you asking for a particular reason?”
“Yeah, I thought if you were free, maybe we could grab some dinner tonight.”
I paused. Not wanting to sound like an eager pup, I answered, “Hmm. Can I get back to you on that?”
“What’s there to think about?”
“You’re not going to take me to one of those places that only serves sprouts and tofu, are you?”
He cocked his head and guffawed. It was contagious and soon I was laughing too.
“Not a sprouts and tofu fan, huh?”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with them because I’ll eat just about anything, but after that healthy lunch, I need to score some meat.”
That didn’t come out exactly like I’d planned, and he smirked. Oh, Lordy, was he sexy when he did that.
“Score some meat, huh? That can definitely be arranged, Ms. Sullivan.”
Jesus, my face was on fire. What the hell had I been thinking?
“Uh, I was thinking more along the lines of a burger or steak.”
His hand moved over his chest. “What a disappointment. My hopes were raised for nothing.”
“Oh, stop it. I’m sure you have women falling at your feet.”
“Falling at my feet, huh?”
“Yeah. Snap your fingers and they come running.” “I can’t deny there’s not a shortage of them, but there’s one problem.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
The elevator dinged, and the doors whooshed open. He bent his head and whispered, “None of them are you.” His warm breath fanned over my neck and I shivered.
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author.
Reader, Writer, #WalterThePuppy Owner, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Vodka Aficionado, Coffee Drinker, she believes coffee and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups.
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