Page 69 of The Heart You Kept

“To tell him you’re going to fuck me so deep that I won’t remember his name.”

He smiles sadly. “If only.”

We stare at each other as something hangs in the air between us but what that is exactly I just don’t know.

“This mentorship, how would it work?” I ask, to change the subject.

“We would meet one afternoon a week and talk business. I could be a sounding board if you need any advice.”

“Where would we meet?”

“At your store or at my office.”

“What day?”

“Friday afternoons are good for me. I mean when I’m in the country, of course. It wouldn’t be every week; my schedule is fully booked most of the time.”

I bite my lip as I think it over. I do need training, and this would be a great insight into big business. He could teach me how to grow and expand. This could be really beneficial, actually. Who am I kidding, the masochist in me just wants an excuse to see him.

“But Pascal….” I think out loud.

“Will think that I’m demanding you hold up your end of the deal. He doesn’t need to know of this arrangement.”

“He’s a good man, Edward.”

“I have no doubt.” He shrugs. “Not quite sure how he managed to pull you, though, but that’s another story.”

I smile softly over at him. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

“That Jonty is annoying, isn’t he?” He frowns.

“Not in the least.” I smile.

“So…Friday?”

I nod. “Friday.”

“Your place or mine?” he asks, and the double meaning hangs in the air. “You know what I mean?”

“Let’s do your office this week,” I offer.

“Okay. I will text you my details.”

“You have my number?”

“I got it from the auction sheet.”

“Right.”

“I should get back to work.”

“You should.” He sips his coffee.

“See you Friday.”

“You will.”

I stand and leave and I don’t know what I just agreed to, but I can feel his eyes watching me as I walk out of the café, and I’d be lying if I said they didn’t feel good.