Chapter Eighteen
Weston
It had been hard as hell leaving Brenner Sunday afternoon, but I’d had to go home and get ready for Monday morning. I had a deposition, two client meetings, and agreements to review, and I always used the night before to prep.
I sat staring at my computer, the files up on the screen, but my mind was miles away—specifically those miles that separated Brenner from me.
“Jesus, get a grip. You’re not a teenager.” I buckled down and took the notes I needed, read through the questions I anticipated, then took a break, checking my phone. A text from Grady popped up.
Wanna watch the game?
Have another hour of work, but come on by. Bring beer. I’ve got an empty fridge.
I received a thumbs-up emoji and checked the time. Six o’clock, and that late bagel brunch we’d devoured seemed a long way away. As did Brenner. After two days and two nights with him, my apartment was way too quiet, and despite telling him I had tons of work, I sent him a text.
What’re you doing?
To my surprise, he answered almost immediately.
Texting you. I thought you had to work.
I grinned and decided to push his buttons because it was so easy to get a reaction.
Miss me already?
You’re the one texting me. So I think it’s you who misses me.
Well, well. Brenner was learning.
I am working. Took a break. Grady is coming over later to watch the game. You could stop by if you want.
I hadn’t intended to ask him, but what the hell. He was there alone, and I was here alone, and that was stupid.
Can’t. I’ve got lots of things to do here. Still learning my way around the firm.
It was true, but I didn’t have to like it.
Fine. See you tomorrow.
Don’t pout. Maybe dinner during the week?
No maybe about it.
I tucked the phone away and tackled the rest of my files. When the doorman buzzed to announce Grady, I saved everything, closed my computer, and stretched. On my feet, I groaned at my aching muscles, but it was with a smile on my face. It had been a long time since I’d stayed up all night with a lover, and Brenner had matched me with a strength I hadn’t anticipated I’d find so damn sexy. I didn’t know what to expect with a man, but I wanted more of Brenner. What would he feel like inside me? A deep pull low in my belly was the answer.
“Damn. For someone who never thought of sex with a man, you can’t stop thinking about it.”
I answered the door, and Grady breezed in, carrying two six-packs. “This should hold us, especially if the Mets blow their lead like they always do.” He peered at me. “What’s going on?”
Jesus, maybe it had been a mistake inviting him tonight. The man was way too perceptive.
I laughed, uneasy, and quickly shut the door. “Nothing. I’ve been working for the past several hours, and I have to switch gears, is all. Want to order pizza? And let’s put the beer in the fridge.”
“Sounds good.”
He followed me to the kitchen, and I took the six-packs from him.
“So what’d you do this weekend? Beautiful weather,” Grady said.
