“You’re welcome, and have a lovely day, sir,” she replied before that universal click sounded in my ear.
A couple of seconds later, the phone was ringing again, but this time, it was answered on the first ring.“Quaid?”
“Yes...uh, thanks for taking my call-”
“Is everything okay?Is it my father?”she asked, and I immediately wanted to kick myself, the thought of her father not occurring to me when I’d made the call.I mean, honestly, why wouldn’t she think that I’d be calling in regard to her father’s case.
“What...no, your...your father’s case is fine,” I quickly assured her.“I just...do you have a second?I wanted to stop by and talk to you about a couple of things.”
“Now?”she asked warily.“Here?”
Those two simple words had me feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.She was at work, for fuck’s sakes, and I was about to show up to put her on the spot and have a conversation that really could and should wait until a more appropriate time.Even if the conversation turned out in my favor, what was I going to do?Screw her in her office to celebrate?
“Well-”
“I mean, I’m free right now if it can’t wait,” she said, cutting me off.“Just...just text me when you get here, and then I’ll come down and get you.”
God, I was such a fucking idiot.
Chapter 10
Zia~
As Quaid and I rode the elevator up to my office, I couldn’t help but feel like a complete fool.Granted, I had no idea what the man was doing here, but that still didn’t stop me from feeling like the most popular boy in school was about to ask me to the homecoming dance, and that was stupid as hell.
Seriously.
When he had texted me from the lobby, I’d gone to collect him, acting as professionally as I could in front of our receptionist, Helen Dufré, and he’d been astute enough to return the favor.Anyone watching us would think that Quaid was simply a client, and that was important.It was important because I didn’t want to look like a besotted fool for the man.
After our night together, I’d done what any respectable woman would do in such a situation, sneaking out of his bed before returning home for a hot, hot, hot bath.Not only had I let the man break me in anally, but we’d also had sex three more times at his place, leaving me sweaty, sticky, and probably smelling like a weekend binge.
As for getting his number, I hadn’t felt the need.While Quaid had said and done all the right things that night, it’d be unfair for me to hold him to anything that he’d said.Anyone that had any kind of sense knew that anything said during sex was just in-the-heat-of-the-moment ramblings.It was different when you were an established couple having sex.
At any rate, when I’d finally gotten home and in that tub, all I could think about was how Quaid Crawford had been too good to be true.Not only had he aced the scene at the club, but when we’d gotten back to his place, it’d been more of the same but different.With no audience to blame it on, Quaid had still been attentive, thorough, and satisfying.He had continued to please every inch of my body, and in between bouts of sex, we had laid in his bed, his arms wrapped around my body, the feeling a comfortable and content one.
Which was probably the real reason why I had snuck out.
