She jolts back when I knock, looking up irritably before raising her eyebrows in confusion. I step into the room, and she blinks.
“Oh… Jacqueline, right?” she says.
“Everybody calls me Jax,” I reply with a half-smile. “Here, I brought you these.”
I take a pair of the tights she admired out of my bag and hand them over. They’re brand new and still in their packaging.
“I thought you might like a pair.”
She reaches out to them as if I were handing her a bomb. “Wow. You brought these from home?”
“I have a lot of them, and I figured you might not be able to find them online.”
“Th-thank you,” she says, examining them with a little smile on her face. “That was kind of you.”
“Where do you get your nails done?”
She looks up, glancing down at her fingernails.
“Uh, there’s a place on Madison near my house. It’s run by a Vietnamese family, and they also own an amazing restaurant around there if you like spicy food. They’re very thorough. I’ve been going there for years.”
“Thanks, I might check them out.”
I turn to leave, but then I stop, wondering if I’m about to derail all the good work I just did.
“Uh, can I ask you something?” I say, turning back to her.
She looks up, frowning at me. “Sure.”
“It’s just… The presentation you sent over yesterday. It’s for the quarter, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, I noticed in one of the slides that the math was wrong.” She narrows her eyes at me, and I raise my hands in protest. “It might bemewho’s wrong. I’ve been here like five minutes.”
“Which slide?” she asks snippily.
“All the others have the annual figures in, but then in slide six it looks as if Q4 got left out.”
She clicks her mouse a few times, rubbing the corner of her left eye. She looks almost as exhausted as me and I’m worried I shouldn’t have brought it up, but then she glances over at me with a nod.
“You’re right, I used the data pulled from the spreadsheet and the formula’s off. Thanks for catching that. Did you send it to Gray yet?”
“Not yet. I was going to do it first thing.”
“I’ll resend it. Thanks, Jax.”
I leave before it gets awkward, but at least she didn’t blow up at me.
Riding up to my floor, I step out with a buzzing sense of excitement. I really shouldn’t be anticipating sex with aclientto this extent, but my body needs to feel his hands on me again. I can’t believe he agreed to wait when I stopped him mid-way through yesterday. In hindsight, I’m lucky not to have been fired for that stunt.
But when I get to my desk, I’m disappointed to see he isn’t in his office.
Panicking that he might somehow be out for the rest of the week, I check his schedule, breathing a sigh of relief when I see that he has a meeting this afternoon here.
But what if he moves it?
For the rest of the day, I’m on pins and needles, wondering whether he’ll show. I’m annoyed at how turned on I am just from the idea of him arriving back in the office.
