Page 14 of Divine Sense
“Do you have those a lot?” I stuffed my fists in my pockets and tried to act casual, as if I hadn’t secretly hoped she wondered about me all the time.
“Only about people who I think are interesting.”
“So you think I’m interesting?”
“I think you thinkI’minteresting. And that, to me, isveryinteresting.” She smirked from where she stood a few paces away from me on the sidewalk. She crossed her arms across her chest and popped her hip to one side.
“What’s your wondering, flower?” I pressed, needing to know what was going on inside that beautiful head of hers. She looked me up and down once before pulling her lips back into a smug expression.Little brat.
“I think I’ll keep this one to myself,” she hummed before winking at me and turning back towards her front door again. I watched her as she climbed the front steps, and I swore she was swinging her hips a little more dramatically than normal.
So much for playing it cool you absolute fuckwad.
10
KOLBI
“Mr. Vesey, there’s a call for you on line one.” Kendall’s voice buzzed through the intercom in my office.
“Who is it?” I pushed the call button to ask.
“She didn’t give a name, just said it was urgent she talked to you.” Confusion furrowed between my brows as I tried to pinpoint what woman might call but not give her name. “She said that she’s a friend of Jack’s? She sounds pretty—hey, is this the mystery girl you had me shop for on Saturday?”
The dots connected in my head just like they were in Kendall’s and I knew I needed to shut this down before she asked anymore questions.
“Thank you Kendall, I got it.” My finger pushed the button to the intercom, silencing any invasive questions that might be headed my way from my nosy secretary. My Sunday was spent reliving the events of Saturday in my head, trying to shake off her lingering essence that still clung to the sheets of the bed down the hall and filled the chair she occupied opposite of me at breakfast.
Even though there’s nothing to be getting caught up on seeing as how nothing happened and she’s just a client.
If you truly thought of her as just a client, why’d you let her seep into your thoughts yesterday? And last night? And this morning in the shower?
The two voices inside my head argued like the angel and the devil that pop up on the main character’s shoulders in the movies.
I tugged my chin to one shoulder, stretching out the tension that had formed a knot in the back of my neck. The dull ache a constant reminder of the less than professional thoughts I’ve had about this specific clientover the last three days.
Clearing my throat, I picked up the receiver and tried my damndest to keep my voice even.
“Kolbi Vesey,” I answered professionally.
“Good morning, Jack.” Her voice was smooth and polite, but there was an undertone to it that was heavy and thick like expensive velvet. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat before speaking.
“How can I help you, Miss Sinclair?”
“I wanted to call and say thank you again for helping me this weekend. It wasn’t my finest moment and I’m grateful you were there when I needed you. I tried calling your personal number to say thanks, but you haven’t been taking my calls.” The sting of her jab could be felt over the line. Shehadtried calling me a few times since I dropped her off Saturday morning, but I never answered. The calls I let go to voicemail were a desperate attempt to not let her in.
“Well you have me now and your thanks isn’t needed. I’m always happy to help a client. Thank you so much for your call.” I tried to push her off the phone for fear that if I had to listen to another word fall from her lips, she would lure me in like a siren.
“Let me treat you to coffee,” she said quickly, hurrying the words out before I could hang up.
“I’m very busy Miss Sinclair, I’m not sure I have the time for coffee today.”
“No you’re not, I asked your secretary for your schedule before asking her to connect me and she told me you’re free all morning.” There was a pregnant pause between the line after she caught me in the lie.Note to self: revoke the bonus Kendall was getting in her paycheck.“It’s just coffee, Jack.”
I could hear the hope in her voice and I rubbed the back of my hand with my thumb, considering. “Does eleven work for you? There’s a place down the street, I can send you the name of it.”
“I’ll see you at eleven.”
I pushed openthe front door and looked up to follow the sound of a bell chiming above my head. I’d asked her to meet me at a coffee shop just down the street from my office and looked around to see if she was already here. When I noticed I’d gotten here before her, I stepped up behind another customer who was waiting in line. I ordered a small black coffee and stuffed a twenty in the tip jar, nodding my head at the girl behind the counter in thanks. When I turned around, I spotted her walking in.
