“I’ll take the compliment,” Xavier laughed, lifting a taco in the air.
The rest of dinner flew by. Xavier and I found an easy rhythm together, chatting about our days and dipping into stories from our pasts and always finding plenty of moments to flirt, too. He started to tease me back more, too. While I thought his adorably shy awkwardness was pretty damn sexy, I felt like I could taste his sassy confidence on the tip of my tongue.
Like the salsa—spicy, but still sweet.
By the time we were done eating, I had an evening appointment creeping up on me and a new string of emails to address. Forcing myself to say goodbye to Xavier, I made plans to see him again for lunch that weekend and indulged in a minute of heavy kissing. It felt so good to place my hands on his body and to pull him close to my chest, holding him there.
Like a charge of electricity, before another night of work.
Alone again in the office, I returned to my desk and rubbed my hands through my hair. Before I got back to work proper, however, I pulled out my phone and opened a new message to Zachary.
Can you look into this woman for me? Patricia Austen. I’ll send the details. Any oppo research is golden. Hugs and kisses.
