“Uhhhhh okay. I know what you’re trying to do here. Trying to prove I can still get more embarrassed, but I’m going to prove you wrong.”
I grabbed my purse and fished out my phone, and he watched me with amusement. Then I called Zoey.
“Where are you?” she reprimanded.
“No good morning?”
“Where are you?” Her voice got louder.
“At Fabio’s.”
“Oh.” Her tone changed completely. “Okay.”
He raised a brow, smirking. I took it he was surprised about my shameless confession.
I smirked back. “I’m taking a long weekend. So is he.”
His other brow shot up, too. “We are?”
“Yes. So please notify HR I gave Fabio a paid leave for today.”
“Yes, boss.” Zoey giggled. “Enjoy.”
“I will.”
A mischievous sparkle glistened in his eyes. “We will?”
I put my phone away. “That’s the plan. How long do I have you to myself today?”
His gaze dropped to my lips as he bit his. “All day.”
Heat gathered between my legs and swelled my breasts. He’d definitely see my nipples hardening under his light t-shirt. “What about Poles? You don’t have to dance…or date?”
“I do.”
My heart thrashed. “But you’re not going?”
“I sure am. I wouldn’t miss tonight’s date for the world.”
“Now isn’t the time to be a dick. Please.”
He went back to eating his eggs. Fucking asshole. “You wanna know what’s so special about tonight’s date?”
“It’s not hard to guess. She’s probably a regular that gets you an expensive gift every time you give her the pleasure of your company.”
“Not at all. It’s our first date.”
“Whatever, asshole. You know what? I’ll call Zoey back and cancel your day off.”
“My date will be very disappointed if you do that.”
“I don’t give a shit about—”
He placed his index finger on my lips, hushing me. I resisted so hard not to bite. His other hand grabbed for his phone and tapped a few things before he showed it to me. “Read it.”
Client’s name: Lady Brighton of Grimaceland.
I blinked and squinted at the screen, rereading the name to make sure I saw that correctly.Client’s name: Lady Brighton of Grimaceland.“Oh my God.”
