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How could she offer him so much?
Rearranging himself and zipping up his fly, Brendan pushed his chair back, letting Sonia spring out and stretch. Though he’d enjoyed the tentative kitten, it was a relief to see the panther return.
Hopping onto the table, Sonia pulled the canvas tote bag off her chair and gave him a sly smile.
“I brought dinner,” she said. “You know, since you haven’t had home-cooked food in awhile. I thought you might be hungry.”
Brendan thought she was joking at first, but she opened the bag and took out one glass container after another. A warm feeling spread through him, chased by amazement.
What was this? Sonia had shown up at his office, she’d serviced his horny needs, and now she was offering him this feast? She lifted the lid of the first container, revealing an array of triangular pastries, and a savory aroma curled out on a puff of steam.
An idiotic grin spread across his face, no matter how much he tried to contain it. Embarrassed by his own giddiness, he got to his feet. “That smells unbelievable. I’m just going to clean up. Be right back.”
“No problem.” Sonia tilted her head, studying him. Then she picked up her phone. “I’ll go over my notes now,” she called, raising her voice as Brendan headed for the door and opened it. “Thank you so much for your time, Mr. O’Brian.”
All the way down the hall, the same goofy smile threatened to break loose. Brendan stifled a laugh as he entered the restroom and locked the door.
Jesus, he’d just lived out his ultimate fantasy. He’d risked his whole career and reputation, seemingly safely. And Sonia had helped him pull it off. Hell, she’d made it happen. This was all due to her.
It felt so fucking good, he wanted to run laps around the restroom. Raise his arms above his head and cheer.
“She cooked for me,” he murmured. His own glazed eyes looked back at him from the mirror. When Brendan blinked, he saw his twin gazing back at him, a huge grin on his face.
Aw man, you got it bad,came Ian’s lazy drawl.
“No, I don’t.”
You falling in love, bro?
That was Brendan’s own grin in the mirror, his head shaking, his snicker echoing off the bathroom walls. “Shut up.”
Should we make this a double wedding?
“Let it go.” Brendan ran cold water in the sink and slapped it on his cheeks. He smoothed down his hair. But when his eyes met the mirror again, Ian was there, looking like he knew everything.
I recommend you get your ass back out there before the food gets cold. Make sure Sonia has her own happy ending too. Don’t hog all the fun.
Brendan gave the finger to the mirror. As he left the restroom and strolled through the outer office, he couldn’t hide his lovestruck smile.
Pete crossed his path, still nursing the cup of coffee.
“How about that reporter?” he asked, nudging Brendan. “Did she leave yet?”
“We’re just finishing up,” Brendan said blandly. Entering the meeting room, he shut the door.
Sonia was seated demurely, pretending to take notes, though she’d closed the container of pastries.
“Are you okay?” she asked in an undertone.
“I, uh…” Brendan waved his hands. For once, he was stumbling. He had no idea what to say, or how to be so happy. “I’m good.”
That gorgeous smile lit Sonia’s face. “Glad to hear it.” She looked toward the food on the table, as if she wasn’t sure what to do either. “Does it feel weird to be taken care of?”
Brendan grinned. “Sure, I guess. But I’m not complaining.” He usually felt at ease in his body, but right now, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Or his feet. He shuffled over to the table and picked up one of the containers. “Did you make all this?”
“Yep. I had time to kill. I’ve written proposals for all the grants I can find, and I didn’t have anything to do after dance class.” Sonia’s face fell when she mentioned the dance company, and she crossed her arms over her low-cut eyelet blouse.
“You know what?” Brendan said impulsively. “Let’s get out of here.”
