I want to argue, but I sense she’s not in the mood to discuss. She took what she needed and she’s done. Not that I didn’t have fun giving her what she needed, but I didn’t expect to lose her company so soon.
“Anytime, Firecracker.”
The nickname slows her hasty movements. She watches me, her purse in one hand and travel mug in the other. “I’m being weird, aren’t I?”
Just like that, I have my Cris back.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. No,” I repeat emphatically. “Do not be sorry. See you tomorrow. Take all the time you need. I understand the need to recover.” I wiggle my fingers for effect. “There’s a lot of power in these babies.”
She rolls her eyes and then surprises me by coming to her tiptoes to place a sweet kiss on the corner of my mouth. “See you tomorrow, boss.”
With that, she’s out of her office. A few minutes later I hear my front door open and close. I’m left with eight inches of hard-on I refuse to take care of with Cris on my mind.
That’s not what this was about.
I’mnot what this was about. This was for her.
Irked by her absence and several other things, including the call from Trish when I haven’t heard from her in months, I stroll to my office and resume working.