“So, the sex was good.” Again, I couldn’t stop myself.
I swore I saw a blush come to her cheeks, but she looked down for a moment.
“It doesn’t matter, Bran. It’s not happening again.”
“I know. It sounds like you want to forget it happened at all.”
“Don’t you?” She looked at me like she was shocked that I found the experience as something I wanted to remember.
I shook my head. “No. Good sex should always be remembered.”
She smirked. “I guess you don’t have it very often and so you need to savor it.”
“Now who’s being mean?” While we often sparred, this exchange didn’t feel like it had as many barbs. It felt more like bantering.
I handed her my pickle. “Here, you might be craving this soon.”
“When you jerk off into the cup, will you be watching porn? Or maybe thinking of that woman who walked out of your office today.”
I wondered what she’d say if I told her I’d be thinking of her. “You can help me if you want. You had a good grip on my dick yesterday.” That was just as bad, but I couldn’t help myself.
She shook her head. “You’re on your own, slick.”
I shrugged. “I guess I’ll watch whatever porn they have.”
She shook her head. “Did I mention this is crazy?”
“You did.”
We discussed the logistics of her move to my place and getting her a new apartment, as well as the clinic schedule for the procedure.
After lunch, we returned to my office where Jim had the new papers. Anne signed with very little fussing. I signed as well.
She let out a breath. “This is crazy.”
I wanted to touch her. To reassure that I would look after her. And if she needed this to be a secret, I would guard it. But I knew she didn’t want my touch, so I shoved my hands in my pockets.
“Earning twenty-five million dollars isn’t crazy.”
She looked at me, but I couldn’t decipher her expression. “This is going to be a long year.”
I nodded even though I didn’t feel that way. The truth was, I was more excited about this deal than anything I’d ever done in a long time. Maybe ever.