Chapter 15

“Hi. It’s me.” Quinn. And from the clarity of the call, he was back in town.

“Hello, me.” I shouldn’t take this call here, but fuck it. My cock was more interested than it had been in seven days. I shifted in my chair.

“I’m just calling to make sure we’re on for dinner tonight.”

“It’s Friday, isn’t it? I’ll see you at Raphael’s at eight. Want me to make the reservations?”

“If you wouldn’t mind? I’ve got so much paperwork to catch up on.” He sounded tired, but I wasn’t about to tell him how to do his job.

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks. And speaking of reservations….”

“I called Taylor House. We’re booked for a week from Sunday. I also booked a flight out of National down to Key West.”

“You do good work, Vincent.”

“You’re not just finding that out, are you?”

He laughed.

“Okay, I’ll see you about eight tonight?”

“About eight, then. Bye, babe.”

“Bye.” I ran my palm over the front of my trousers. “He’s home.” I cleared my throat. “I mean, we’re gonna get laid tonight.”