Bora cuts through my thoughts as she walks into my office, and I jump in my seat.
“Yeah. I stayed up all night finishing them up.”
I hand them to her while yawning, and she takes them, looking them over with a surprised gaze.
“These are way sexier than I was expecting.”
“I’m in a mood. Sorry.”
“No,” she says, grinning over at me and winking. “Love them.”
Bora has never loved any of my designs. Liked them? Yes. But not loved.
“Thanks,” I say, unable to contain my proud smile.
“Guess being in love agrees with you.”
My blood freezes in my veins, and she bursts out laughing. “Holy shit! Look at your face!”
I roll my eyes, trying to ease out my tension as she continues to chuckle. I’m not in love. It’s not possible to fall in love after three weeks. I’ve dated guys longer…
Okay, so I spent more time with Jax in three weeks than I’ve spent with some guys in four months, but that doesn’t mean I’ve had time to fall in love.
My phone buzzes, and I ignore Bora as I pick it up.
JAX: I’d give up both my nuts to Amani if we could go back to paradise right now. Fuck the real world.
“And now you’re smili
ng like a girl who just found her clit for the first time, so I’m guessing that’s Jax,” Bora says too loudly.
A few stumbles happen outside my office, and a stack of papers goes flying in front of my window.
“Bora,” I hiss, feeling the heat rise up my neck and to my face.
She just laughs while walking out and shutting my door behind her, leaving me to deal with the freaks who are peeking in my in-office window like they expect to actually find me playing with my… um… little lady bud.
“Perverts,” I mutter under my breath while texting Jax back.
ME: I’d give up both your nuts for paradise right now too. ;)
I grin while refraining from patting myself on the back for being able to send that without blushing. That’s right; no blush on this girl’s cheeks and I typed nuts to Jax.
I feel like I should get an award, or graduate from something right now.
JAX: This conversation took a wrong turn. You’d love my nuts if you ever tried them. And you’d NEVER offer them as sacrifice.
I can’t believe I’m actually having this conversation. Even worse, I’m smiling about it.
ME: Every time I’ve tried to try them, you’ve stopped me.
JAX: Next time I won’t. Promise. And I’m beyond ready for next time. This week blows. Pun intended.
Laughing, I start to text back, when suddenly I hear, “Ms. Brendon, your father’s on line one.”
I almost fall out of my chair, startled. Yep. Way to look guilty, huh?
“Sorry,” Felisha tells me, backing out of my office slowly while I try to smooth down my dignity.