His lips curved up in a sweet smile. “I’d like that.”
When the taxi pulled up, I opened the door for him and closed it once he was safely inside. Then I stood and watched until the car was lost in morning traffic. My brothers would be laughing their asses off if they could see me now. Speaking of brothers… I pulled out my phone to check the time. Crap. I had to be at the office soon.
I hurried back up to my apartment to change for work. It was a mighty struggle not to take a second shower, so I could have a jerk-off session featuring Greg as the star. When I finally got back downstairs, the morning traffic had slowed to a crawl, and I knew it would be faster for me to walk to my office than to take a taxi.
I made it to my office with five minutes to spare, hurrying past the man sitting in the waiting area. As I slid into my seat behind my desk, Marco walked in with Hunter following behind. We’d hired Hunter, a former special ops Marine, in February to form a second personnel extraction team because we were getting more business than one team could handle. I hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk with him after he was hired, mostly because he’d been busting his ass to find the right people to build the new team. The guy in the waiting area, Isaac, was the first candidate who’d passed muster.
Marco sat on my desk and smirked at me. “Late night?”
“You could say that,” I replied. I gazed at him with a smirk of my own. “Early morning too.”
His brows rose in surprise, but it was not the time to get into my night with Greg. I glanced over at Hunter. “You ready?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied.
“Excellent. Let’s start building this team.”
Two hours later, we had a new team member. Marco took Isaac to Michael’s office to get him started on the paperwork and set up with a secure laptop. I asked Hunter to stay back.
“What’s up, boss?” he asked.
“I’m sure you’ve heard that Dante was injured in the last personnel extraction,” I began.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Marco told me on Monday. Dante’s lucky they knew how to keep him from bleeding out.”
“Definitely.” I leaned forward in my chair. “I’d like you to take his place while he’s recovering. He’s not going to be able to use that arm much for at least two months, and we can’t be short on the team.”
“Sure. Of course.” He hesitated before adding, “You might also want to consider rotating Isaac in so he can get a sense of how the teams operate.”
I smiled. “That’s an excellent idea. I’ll let Marco know.” He glanced over to the office door, his fingers tapping restlessly against the arm of the chair. So impatient. I waved him off. “Go on. Go check on your new recruit.”
“Thanks, boss.”
After he left, I took out my phone, figuring I’d text Greg just to check in. I hesitated as my fingers hovered above the keys. Should I text Greg? Did he want to hear from me so soon? We’d only recently agreed to date. What if he thought I was being pushy?
Before my thoughts could spiral further into absurdity, a text from Greg popped up on my screen.
Hey there. I just thought I’d say hi. How did the interview go?
I knew I was grinning stupidly as I typed a reply.
Really good. We hired him. He’s in the process of onboarding now.
Nice! How many more interviews do you have today?
Two more. Those two won’t be quite as intense.
Why was the last one intense?
We were looking for someone for our personnel extraction team. It requires a set of skills that most ordinary bodyguards don’t have.
Got it.
The bubbles in the messaging app were bouncing like Greg was writing another text. But they kept bouncing and stopping and bouncing and stopping. It was driving me crazy. Was he trying to tell me something he didn’t think I’d want to hear? Was he going to end things before they had a chance to begin?
I was about to hit the call button to end my torture when his message finally popped up.
I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner tonight. I know we went out last night, but that was with everyone. I’d like to have dinner with just you and me.
