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“You don’t want amess?Is that the real reason?”
“I guess I don’t feel like sharing for once,” Brendan muttered. “Come on,” he prodded, lightening his tone. “Aren’t you at least a little embarrassed about hooking up with me?”
Sonia laughed. “All right, you have a point. I won't tell anyone. Not Diana, not Ian. Not unless we decide to.”
What was this "we?" And why did it make his face turn hot and his head go light?
Sonia cleared her throat. “Any other guy in DC, and I’d already be giving head by now. I thought you might hesitate, but this? This is humbling.”
“I’ll call you later,” Brendan said firmly, desperate to regain a sense of balance. “When I decide.”
“Oh, really? You’re going to make me wait?”
“Damn right. I’ll call you when it’s convenient for me.”
Sonia sucked in a quick breath. “You do that.” She hung up without saying goodbye.
Brendan leaned against the concrete building, sweating in the swampy heat. Horns blared as rush-hour traffic inched along. The tarry smell of asphalt rose from the pavement, mingling with a passing woman’s perfume and the click of her heels.
If he did take Sonia up on her crazy offer, the first thing he’d insist was that she say hello and goodbye to him, like she’d been raised with some manners.
Shoving his phone in his pocket, Brendan walked two blocks to the nearest coffee shop. The place bustled with tourists, their cameras out, picking up iced drinks.
“The usual?” Sam, his favorite barista, leaned over the counter with a big smile. Brendan always flirted with her, but today, he was too distracted to do more than nod.
Looking disappointed, she started on his standard order for Mel, Pete, and himself. They’d need the caffeine tonight, like they did every night.
While Sam worked, Brendan put in an order for dinner to be delivered to the office. Normally, that would be the receptionist’s job, but she’d quit yesterday. The demanding pace and heavy workload had been too much for her.
He heard Mel’s voice:I swear, Brendan, you hold this place together.
Blonde ponytail swaying, Sam arranged the drinks in a cardboard container.“Everything all right?” she asked, looking him over.
It was a sweet question, but Brendan knew she was just trying for a conversation. He was never this quiet.
“Everything’s great.” He flashed her a dimpled grin. “Don’t work too hard, okay?”
She smiled back, relieved. “I’ll try.”
Riding the elevator in the sudden cold of the Senate building, he felt the weight of his phone in his pocket. It was silent, for once. Usually, it buzzed with a million notifications and messages.
His shirt stuck to his back with sweat, chilled in the climate-controlled air. He thought of the change of clothes in his office, the piles of work on his desk, his bed that always felt empty no matter how many women filled it.
The yawning gap between him and Ian, when there used to be no space between them.
Once the drinks were distributed to Mel and Pete, Brendan settled in to make phone calls. But as he talked smoothly, he kept seeing Sonia, bent submissively over his desk like it was her dressing table. Her hands splayed on the mirror, her gorgeous ass jiggling, her low cries of pleasure as he fucked her for all he was worth.
And after she came, she pinned him down and took control…
When he finished the last call, he stood up and pushed in his desk chair. There was no way he’d be able to concentrate until he spoke to her again.
“O’Brian?” Pete poked his head around the side of his cubicle. “The food’s here.”
“Have at it. I’ll be back in a few.”
“Hot date, huh? Another private chat with your brother’s fiancée?”
“Come on, man.” Brendan’s voice came out more curt than he’d ever heard it. “Don’t be a dick.”
