Charming Hannah (Big Sky #1)(40)

She hangs up, and I’m suddenly excited to be off of work for the day. I swing into Little Deli and chat with Mrs. Blakely while I wait for our sandwiches to be made, and then drive over to the station.

As I’m walking inside, a moment of doubt creeps in. I didn’t call ahead. What if he’s not available? Or not here at all.

I should have called.

But when I walk inside, I see Brad standing by his assistant, giving her a folder, and he glances up, smiling when he sees me.

“Hey,” he says as I approach.

“Hi. I brought lunch.”

“Really? I’m starving. No calls, please.”

He shows me into his office, closes the door behind us, and pulls me in for a long, hot kiss. The kind of kiss that makes me forget about everything else.

The kind of kiss that makes a girl’s panties wet.

“What was that for?” I whisper when he pulls away.

“Lunch.” He winks, then takes the bag from my hands and leads me to a sitting area in the corner of his office. There’s a loveseat, a chair, and a coffee table. “I thought you worked today.”

“I thought so too.”

For the second time in less than an hour, I relay the conversation with Jim and then bite into my turkey on rye, moody all over again.

“I think it’s fantastic.”

“Everyone thinks it’s fantastic except me. I don’t need a week off.”

“Maybe it’ll feel good,” he suggests and pulls the tomatoes off of his sandwich. No tomatoes. This whole learning someone else thing is way more complex than I ever imagined.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with so much down time,” I reply and then shrug. “I guess I can repaint my bathroom or something.”

“You’ll fill the time,” he says with more confidence than I feel. “And you can spend this evening with me.”

“I can’t.” I shrug when his eyes whip up to mine. “It’s grand opening night at the new dress shop downtown, and we’re making a girls’night out of it.”

“Grace and Jenna?” he asks.

“Yep, and I’m actually excited for it. We don’t do it often.”

“Cool,” he says and keeps eating his sandwich. When he’s finished, I straddle his lap and kiss him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck. His big hands slide over my sides and to my ass. “I’m not fucking you twenty feet from my guys,” he says, breathing hard.

“I just want to cuddle,” I reply. “Get your head out of the gutter.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve pressed that sweet pussy of yours against my cock. My head is squarely planted in the gutter until you move. Not that I want you to do that.”

“I just wanted to feel you,” I say and hug him close. “And to thank you for being so laid back. So calm. So steady.”

“That’s sexy.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Actually, it is sexy.” I pull back to look in his eyes. “You always keep it together, and you don’t get angry over silly things like girls’ night out.”

“I would be an asshole if I did that.”

“I’ve known some assholes,” I reply. “And I’m just glad that you’re not. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Also, I’d like to come to your house later after time with the girls, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” he replies and pulls me down for a long, sweet kiss. His lips are soft, but they know exactly what they’re doing as they take command of mine in a lazy, sexy dance. “In fact, I’d very much enjoy your company tonight.”

“It’s settled then.” I grin and climb off of him, then gaze around his office, looking for something specific.

“What are you looking for?”

“Handcuffs.”

I glance down at him, catching the raised eyebrow.

“I think you should bring some of those home with you.”

“Do you?”

“Oh yeah. That would be fun.”

A smile spreads over his sexy lips, and I can’t help but lean in to kiss him again, enjoying the smell of him, and the way his face feels in my hands.

But if I keep this up, we really will fuck twenty feet away from his guys.

So I back away and gather the mess from lunch, toss it away, and retrieve my handbag. “I’ll see you later, then. I guess I’ll go clean my closet.”

“See? You’re already getting projects done.”

“I’d rather be delivering babies.”

I shrug and wave, then leave his office. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’ll be a good week. It sure was nice to be able to bring Brad lunch in the middle of the day.

And I have girls’ night out tonight, without being on call, so that’s a bonus. I can relax and enjoy without worrying about being called in for a delivery or an emergency.

I don’t remember the last time that happened.

And, just for shits and giggles, I’m going to take Abby’s advice and schedule a massage for this week.

Maybe everyone’s right. Maybe this week won’t be so boring after all.

***

“This place is so great,” Jenna says shortly after we walk into Dress It Up, the new clothing boutique owned by her friend, Willa. Jenna is perfectly dressed today in a short sun dress with a fun hat and strappy heeled sandals. She looks like she walked out of a freaking magazine.