Page 91 of Not Safe For Work
“I know. I’m sorry.” I smiled. “But…my boss did guarantee me this weekend off no matter what. She doesn’t want to see my face between Friday at five and Monday at eight.” Fighting the urge to reach for him, I lowered my voice. “Which means that starting at five o’clock on Friday—”
“I’m all yours,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Please.”
Fuuuck, why couldn’t I kiss him right then?
I gulped. “Yes, you are.”
He licked his lips. “Didn’t you say that party is this weekend?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Let’s do it.”
I straightened. “Are you sure? I mean, I’d love to go to one, but it doesn’t have to be this weekend. They have them every—”
“No, let’s do it this weekend. Before I talk myself out of it.”
I studied him. “If you’re worried you will talk yourself—”
“No, no. Nothing like that.” He chuckled. “It’s kind of like the first time I went skydiving. Once I got the idea in my head, I had to do it the very next day, or I was never going to do it at all. And I never regretted it once.”
“Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane? That’s just crazy talk.”
“Maybe. But it was fun. This sounds like it could be fun too.”
“All right.” I slid my hands into my pockets because I was this close to reaching for him. “I’ll meet you at my place on Friday. Around eight. Wear something that looks good but you don’t mind getting ripped.”
Rick’s breath caught. “Ripped?”
“Yes. Ripped.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Duly noted.”
“Looking forward to it.”
We exchanged one last look, and then he went to his car—maybe he really had forgotten his wallet, or maybe he was just keeping up appearances or needed to walk around for a minute. I headed for the elevator, my heart pounding and my stomach fluttering.
In the elevator, I leaned against the wall and pushed out a breath. I felt a hell of a lot better now. Marie and I had smoothed things over. My overtime had a finite end. And this weekend, I’d have Rick in a building full of kinky people and toys. So many possibilities. So many.
I grinned to myself.
Can’t fucking wait…
