gratification."
"So
no driver to wait for endless hours for me tomorrow morning?" I teased.
"Actually
I'm leaving Calvin; he needs to take care of some arrangement in New
York."
He
explained and I scowled.
"I
don't need a driver Mr. Davis. But thank you."
"Why
not? He's as good of ride as any."
That
was an understatement, it was the most fully equipped and luxurious car, and I
rode many over the years.
"Just
let him take care of your business and I'll get back to good old yellow
cab."
I said
smiling.
He kept
silent.
"Please
Miss Dane, do it for me, just two days. He can be very accommodating to you and
your friends. He's my most beloved companion; he's been with me for eight
years."
Well,
how could I say no to such a nicely presented offer, and with that tone?
"Two
days. That's all I’m agreeing to"
I
announced firmly.
"What
are you doing?"
"I'm
shopping with my colleague."
"Your
colleague?"
"Yes
Liam. Since we're sharing an office space we thought we'd go shop to make it
personal."
"That
sounds like a great idea."
Landon's
voice was suddenly stern. He sounded annoyed by something.
"Why
are you going back to Chicago this early?"
"Work
emergency, I need to be there early. Actually, I need to hang up. I'll call you
when I land."
"Okay.
Fly safe."
The
shift in his mood confused me.
"Take
care of yourself Miss Dane."
He hung
up and I stared at the screen, trying to wrap my brain about what I could've
possibly said that made him go from hot to freezing in a nanosecond.
Surely
not...
Of
course not, that would be insane…
But
that was exactly when he'd gone stone cold, when I mentioned Liam.
Clea Iris Dane! Can you be any more narcissistic?
He was
already upset; it had nothing to do with you hanging out with Liam.
I
reasoned with myself and let go of the debate.
When
I'd finished working around six, I found Calvin waiting for me in front of the
entrance. I drove with Brooke and Liam to a bar between our neighborhoods for a
drink. They'd offered during lunch and I'd declined due to my plans with
Landon.
When
I'd gone back to the office, I ended up agreeing to Brooke' second invitation.
I had two margaritas then called it a night. I was officially in love with the
two of them. They should totally be an item. But they cared for their long
friendship.
Back at
the apartment, Jenna was even more disappointed. We made some club sandwiches
and hogged each side of the sofa working. I'd waited for Landon's call until I
couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter VII
I stepped
out of the little room, moving ungracefully, as an effort to calm the fire
between my thighs. I was undoubtedly going to kill Jenna for dragging me into
it.
I'd used my Friday lunch break for some
girl time with my friend. We were at a spa two blocks away from my work and
once we'd showed for our appointment, I discovered that Jenna had booked a
waxing session in addition to the mani-pedis.
I was shifting awkwardly on two left legs,
I had an extremely sensitive skin, my father's stubble used to turn my cheek to
crimson, and despite all the moisturizing applied between my thighs, it'd still
burned like hell.
I always went with neat, and comfortable
for personal hygiene purposes, but never had a Brazilian before that day.
Jenna kept laughing at me while I climbed
on one of the comfy pedicure chairs. I threw well-deserved daggers her way and
turned to choose an adequate nail polish from the hostess. I hesitated a lot, I
was anxious.
"Stop over thinking it. It's going to
be A-mazing."
Jenna was well aware of my state of mind.
I was going to see Landon.
In
fact, I was flying to Chicago to surprise him. I still couldn't believe that I
was going to do it. It was Jenna's idea, and she spent two days nagging about
how perfect it would be if I went over there, and did things on my own terms.
Landon and I had been talking and texting a lot. I was fascinated by his
ability to affect me with typed
"So
no driver to wait for endless hours for me tomorrow morning?" I teased.
"Actually
I'm leaving Calvin; he needs to take care of some arrangement in New
York."
He
explained and I scowled.
"I
don't need a driver Mr. Davis. But thank you."
"Why
not? He's as good of ride as any."
That
was an understatement, it was the most fully equipped and luxurious car, and I
rode many over the years.
"Just
let him take care of your business and I'll get back to good old yellow
cab."
I said
smiling.
He kept
silent.
"Please
Miss Dane, do it for me, just two days. He can be very accommodating to you and
your friends. He's my most beloved companion; he's been with me for eight
years."
Well,
how could I say no to such a nicely presented offer, and with that tone?
"Two
days. That's all I’m agreeing to"
I
announced firmly.
"What
are you doing?"
"I'm
shopping with my colleague."
"Your
colleague?"
"Yes
Liam. Since we're sharing an office space we thought we'd go shop to make it
personal."
"That
sounds like a great idea."
Landon's
voice was suddenly stern. He sounded annoyed by something.
"Why
are you going back to Chicago this early?"
"Work
emergency, I need to be there early. Actually, I need to hang up. I'll call you
when I land."
"Okay.
Fly safe."
The
shift in his mood confused me.
"Take
care of yourself Miss Dane."
He hung
up and I stared at the screen, trying to wrap my brain about what I could've
possibly said that made him go from hot to freezing in a nanosecond.
Surely
not...
Of
course not, that would be insane…
But
that was exactly when he'd gone stone cold, when I mentioned Liam.
Clea Iris Dane! Can you be any more narcissistic?
He was
already upset; it had nothing to do with you hanging out with Liam.
I
reasoned with myself and let go of the debate.
When
I'd finished working around six, I found Calvin waiting for me in front of the
entrance. I drove with Brooke and Liam to a bar between our neighborhoods for a
drink. They'd offered during lunch and I'd declined due to my plans with
Landon.
When
I'd gone back to the office, I ended up agreeing to Brooke' second invitation.
I had two margaritas then called it a night. I was officially in love with the
two of them. They should totally be an item. But they cared for their long
friendship.
Back at
the apartment, Jenna was even more disappointed. We made some club sandwiches
and hogged each side of the sofa working. I'd waited for Landon's call until I
couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter VII
I stepped
out of the little room, moving ungracefully, as an effort to calm the fire
between my thighs. I was undoubtedly going to kill Jenna for dragging me into
it.
I'd used my Friday lunch break for some
girl time with my friend. We were at a spa two blocks away from my work and
once we'd showed for our appointment, I discovered that Jenna had booked a
waxing session in addition to the mani-pedis.
I was shifting awkwardly on two left legs,
I had an extremely sensitive skin, my father's stubble used to turn my cheek to
crimson, and despite all the moisturizing applied between my thighs, it'd still
burned like hell.
I always went with neat, and comfortable
for personal hygiene purposes, but never had a Brazilian before that day.
Jenna kept laughing at me while I climbed
on one of the comfy pedicure chairs. I threw well-deserved daggers her way and
turned to choose an adequate nail polish from the hostess. I hesitated a lot, I
was anxious.
"Stop over thinking it. It's going to
be A-mazing."
Jenna was well aware of my state of mind.
I was going to see Landon.
In
fact, I was flying to Chicago to surprise him. I still couldn't believe that I
was going to do it. It was Jenna's idea, and she spent two days nagging about
how perfect it would be if I went over there, and did things on my own terms.
Landon and I had been talking and texting a lot. I was fascinated by his
ability to affect me with typed
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