About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(22)
Throwing on a pair of panties and my tattered nightshirt, I slipped into bed and turned on the TV. I absentmindedly watched a reality show about rich housewives, but kept looking at my cell sitting on the bedside table. A few minutes of doing this and rolling my eyes, I snatched up my phone, pressed a few buttons, and held it to my ear.
“Maya?” I forgot about my racing heart the second I heard his surprised voice.
“Hi,” I uttered, then added quickly, “shoot, you’re probably busy. I’m sorry! I’ll just—”
But I was cut off with an amused, “Trying to get rid of me already?” He sighed dramatically. “Just my luck.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the dejected tone of his voice. “No, I just…I should’ve sent you a text first to check that you were free.”
“So now that I’m on the line, why don’t you ask me if I’m free?”
I smiled but rolled my eyes, asking a deadpan, “Are you free, Quinn?”
He chuckled and stated, “You know what I like about you? You’ve got fire hidden under your sweet side. And yes, I’m free for another couple of hours. How was your day, Maya?”
Mia! I wanted to yell. My name is Mia!
Playing with the stitching on my comforter, I admitted, “It was great. I started a new job today.”
I heard rustling on the other line, as if Quinn got comfortable to listen to me. “Really? That’s cool. Tell me about it.”
And, smiling, I did. For the next hour, I had a real conversation with Matt Quinn. It was everything I hoped it would be…and that scared the crap out of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Quinn
When Maya called, I was stunned. Well, more like pleasantly surprised. I had been avoiding her since my night with Belinda, which was not her fault. It was mine. Using Maya’s name when with a client hadn’t been planned, but while it was happening, I enjoyed it. After it was over, I felt dirty.
If only she knew. She wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole.
Her soft voice held a high amount of amusement in it when she explained her day’s adventures. “…and then this gorgeous blonde comes barging into the office so hard I thought the door would fly off the hinges, and she lays into him…right in front of me!”
Eyes wide, I muttered, “No way.”
I could almost see the expression on her non-existent face. “Yes! But wait, it gets more awkward.”
I groaned and rubbed my hand down my face. “This can’t be real. You’re making this up.”
She burst into laughter and yelled through it, “I swear it’s true! I swear on your giant mangina!”
Scowling, I grabbed my cock through my jeans, mentally telling it to block its ears. “Hey, now! We talked about this. I do not want that word associated with my penis. He’s sensitive.”
When her laughter gentled to a mild chuckle, she sighed. “I’m sorry, Quinn. But I really do love that word. Anyways, so she leaves and my boss explains that was his ex-wife, and the reason he had to take the bus was because she got his cars as part of the divorce settlement. So then I asked why she hates him so much and…”
I choked on a laugh. “Why would you even ask that?”
Maya smothered down a giggle. “God, I don’t even know. I’m socially awkward. You should know this, so I’ll tell you…I don’t really have a filter. But that’s beside the point! He answered me.”
This girl was killing me. “Oh, man, you’re a socially awkward woman who asks inappropriate questions, and your bus-taking boss is an over-sharer. Geez. You’re a match made in heaven.”
“I know, right?” She gentled her voice to a whisper, as if she was telling me a secret. “He told me he cheated on her!”
“What. The. Fuck?” That was all I could manage. Where the hell was Maya working to have this much drama on day one?
Sounding excited and pleased with her story-telling abilities, she stated a happy, “I know!” Then she sighed contently. “I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.”
I smiled with affection, even though she couldn’t see it. “You’re adorable.”
She paused a moment, and I thought she would end the call, but instead she replied with, “You don’t know that. I could be a total troll.”
I nodded. “You could, but I don’t think you are. Are you?” Yes, I was digging for more information on this unknown woman who had occupied my mind for the last week. I needed to know more.
Her smile came through in her teasing voice. “I guess you’ll find out on Sunday. Please excuse the big, hairy wart on my nose. I’m seeing a specialist about it.”
I grinned. “That’s okay. I can shave it for you. You know? If that’s your thing.”
She chuckled then added in a husky voice, “Ooh, stop it. You’re turning me on.”
My brow creased. I was curious, and that was never a good thing. I told myself the question I was about to ask was purely for professional reasons. That Maya would be my client, and in order to do my job, I needed the facts.
I was lying to myself.
“What turns you on, Maya?” I heard her squeak, and mentally scolded myself for being so blunt. Before she could say goodbye and hang up, I went on, “Listen, this is just us talking, remember? We’re friends, aren’t we? If it helps, I can tell you what turns me on?”