“I thought you were ready?”
“And I hoped you’d keep it PG in the middle of the day.”
“I could have dropped to my knees and pulled down your pants.”
Fuuuck.“You’re right,” I choke out. “This is better.”
“Good. So what do you say?” She smiles sweetly and I choke again, this time on a laugh.
“I have no fucking idea.”
“Let me help you out. The answer is yes. I’m not asking you to name a time or a place. I just want to know that if the opportunity arises, I can take it.” She stands tall, resting a hand on her waist as she pops a hip.
“Another night?”
“Or day, I’m not picky.”
“Like now?” My gaze flashes to the door, and for some messed-up reason, I seriously consider it.
“God, no. I have a meeting soon and so do you. I don’t want to rush it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” She laughs incredulously. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Neither was I.I lean back, trying to appear more composed than I am. “What were you expecting?”
“I’m not sure exactly.” She furrows her brows.
“Then why did you ask?”
“Hope?”
“Thank you for always telling it like it is, Keels. I never have to guess when it comes to you.” She laughs, but there’s an edge to it that wasn’t there before, and it brings me back to the last time that happened. The day I told her that we’d signed Beckett. Not that now is a good time to bring that up.
Tabitha buzzes my desk phone, and we both startle, as though released from a trance.
My eyes flash to my watch, and I curse under my breath. “Shit. I have to go.”
“Told you.”
“You did. So, ah…” I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck. “How does this work?”What the fuck?How does this work?I’m a grown man; I know how it works.
Keeley raises a brow and I roll my eyes. “We just see what happens.”
“I can do that.”I think. Maybe.
“Good. I’ll leave you to it.”
“Thanks. Hope you have a nice afternoon.”
“You too.”
Unlikely, since I’ll now be thinking about whatever the fuck I just agreed to, and not much else.
Why can’t I think clearly when it comes to Ms. Reynolds?
Although the bigger question should be… If Icouldthink clearly, what would I want?
