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“I had absolutelynothingto do with it. Sherry in HR hired her. She got this job on her own merit.”
“I know that means a lot to her,” I reply, watching as Lucy and Ike share a laugh. “I’m having dinner with my family tonight, but will you be in your office this afternoon? I’d like to pop in and say hello when we’re not surrounded by a bunch of other people.”
“I’m having lunch brought in around one. Why don’t you join me?”
“I can make that work.” I nod and shove my hands into my pockets so that I don’t reach out for her. She’s dressed in another power suit, red this time, and it stirs things in me. Her hair, dark and short, skims the neckline and begs for my fingers to run through it.
I want to kiss her and feel her against me.
“Let’s move on, shall we?” London says to Lucy, completely pulling me out of my reverie.
“I’m ready when you are,” Lucy assures her.
“I’ll see you later,” London says to me and smiles softly before leading Lucy away.
All I can do is stand here, feet planted and hands in my pockets, and watch them go. London’s ass sways enticingly in that tight skirt.
“You okay?” Ike asks as he steps beside me.
“I’m fine. You?”
“Oh, I’m great. You have a weird look on your face, my man.” Ike claps his hand on my shoulder.
I raise an eyebrow and turn to him. “Is that so? What kind of weird look?”
“A gooey, lovesick look. I should know. I get that same look whenever I see my gorgeous wife.”
“I don’t want to know the perverted thoughts that go through your head when you see my cousin.”
I glance over, and he’s just grinning at me.
“Don’t make me punch you out, man.”
Now Ike laughs and turns away to sit at the weight machine again. “I’m not saying a word.”
“You hadsushibrought in?”I ask as I take in the massive spread of food on the table in the corner of London’s office.
“Sure. I was hungry for it. If you hate sushi, I can order something else.”
“No, this is fine. I’m just surprised. Although, I shouldn’t be.”
“It’s just sushi,” she reminds me and flips a button on a remote so the glass between her office and the other areas of the building goes smoky, leaving us all alone. “And I don’t like to eat with an audience.”
“And here I thought you just wanted me all to yourself.”
London laughs and takes her suit jacket off, lays it nicely on the back of her desk chair, and walks over to me.
“How’s your day going?” she asks.
“It’s going really well. How about you? You look happy.”
“Are you kidding? My team won yesterday, and I have a new,competentassistant, who doesn’t seem like the type to fuck around with anyone in PR—”
“She better not.”
“My kid is great, and I’m having lunch with a handsome guy. Oh, and I have a new handbag waiting for me at home.”
“That one’s important.”
