“I’m so sorry, Will. I wanted something like this to happen, but I didn’t think you actually had it in you. I was trying to scare her off today, because I thought by now, you would have found a new fuck toy. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. But I’ll tell you what.”
She takes a step back, and her grin is kind of like the one she used to wear when we broke into Dad’s liquor cabinet as kids.
“If you’re in love, I can’t be happier for you. She’s a great girl. The two of you make an awesome team.”
“So what the fuck do I do now?”
“Go to her, you fucking idiot! And don’t be a jerk! Tell her how you feel!”
“It’s that simple?” I question.
I want to believe it.
Sarah grins. “It’s just that simple. Honestly.”
15
Katrina
I let Mr. Paxton in with a wide smile.
“How are you this evening? Come in, come in,” I greet him.
I have my work face on, with a smile that looks welcoming but allows me to weasel out what people are really thinking.
It’s not working tonight.
Maybe I’m scattered. Maybe Paxton isn’t playing an angle.
That’s the thing though; everyone is.
We sit down together on the couch, and since the wine is there, I offer him some. He’s flattered to accept a glass, and he immediately begins to loosen up. He’s talking about a couple of offshore investments, things I’ve actually been looking for at his portfolio.
“I’ve had those on the read list for some time,” I say, pandering to him.
My smile is wide and genuine now, enjoying this moment of mental mimic. I’ve also probably had too much wine.
“How soon can we move on this?” he asks, taking another sip. “I’m hoping to move several million into this from the others on slow return.”
“Of course,” I say.
I take a quick look at my computer. Always on. Like Will.
Shut the fuck up.
“So, I think—hey!”
As I turn back, I see Paxton taking off his jacket.
He gives me an out of place, something’s off, kind of smile.
“It’s so hot in here,” he comments.
His voice is very quiet, I’m not sure what to say.
I’m getting a weird vibe now. It’s not that warm. This is awkward as fuck.
I invited him in, so I don’t feel like I can’t just kick him out because I feel weird.