“Well, I’ll need to run it by the board, but we’ll come back to you within a week or so.” He stands and I take the hint, standing and reaching a hand across the table to him.
“A pleasure, Mr. Andersen.” He grips my hand in a firm shake.
“Please, call me Chris.”
I grin triumphantly, straightening from the shake and making for the door as I button my suit jacket.
Like taking candy from a baby.
CHAPTER 7
dangerous games and public orgasms
Caleb
Me:
Feel like getting a drink?
Rosebud:
Sure.
Well…that was easy. Too easy.
Me:
I meant with me?
Rosebud:
Oh, well in that case.
No.
That is more like it.
Me:
C’mon. Pretty please?
My treat?
I’ll pay for your Uber?
FINE. I won’t ask to fuck at any point during the night. *eye roll emoji*
Rosebud:
See you at Bozzelli’s at 7 p.m.
Perfect.
“What will it be, Rosebud?” I slide into the booth she is situated at, noting the tension in her shoulders and the frown marking her face.
“Stop calling me that.”
“Sweetheart?”
