“Thank you,” I tell him. “Now, is there any way we can move past this conversation?”
“Yeah,” he says. “If you want to talk more about it later we can; if not, that’s okay, too.”
“Sounds great,” I tell him. “So…”
“What?”
“You owe me no less than five minutes with your face between my legs,” I tell him. “What up?”
Chapter Fourteen
Wandering Star
Jace
Grace has been in the trial for almost two weeks now, and she seems to be doing all right with the new medication.
What she seems to be most excited about so far is that, as she’s not taking her normally scheduled round of chemo, her hair is starting to grow back to a point where she’s almost willing to ditch the wigs.
The last time she saw the inside of my office was the day she was originally supposed to start the trial, and I’m a little worried that she’s going to have a stress reaction when she comes in.
I’m not the one running her scans right now, and even if I wanted to access the scans the trial doctors have been taking, I wouldn’t be able to, but that’s not why she’s coming to the office.
Ever since that night in the jazz club where she and I found a dark corner behind the stage, she’s been really into having sex in situations where there’s some kind of possibility we might get caught.
I’m not a psychologist, but I did take enough courses during med school to know that we’re treading into dangerous territory. Eventually, if we keep upping the ante, we’re either going to get arrested, or even worse, we’ll start to get sexually bored with one another.
You’d think that would be enough to dissuade me from giving her the green light about her coming in today when Yuri goes on her lunch break, but the truth is, I think this might actually be a good thing for both of us.
I haven’t told her this, although I can’t say exactly why, but I’ve had some trouble being in this office, myself.
It’s one of those things that eventually fades with every time I come into work, but for Grace, that might never be the case.
If I’m to be totally honest here, though, I think I’m starting to get the same thrill out of doing the sort of thing that Grace does.
Yuri knocks on my office door to let me know that she’s headed out to lunch, and I nod.
I thought she was going to be out of here as soon as my last appointment was over, but she must have had some paperwork to do.
When Yuri’s out the door, I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a text to Grace, saying, “The eagle has left the nest.”
I hit send, but as soon as I do, I just know that Grace is going to give me shit for using such a cliché code phrase.
The top drawer of my desk contains something at this moment that it’s never had in it before, and I imagine, never will have again.
My phone buzzes, and I look down at it.
“You’re so fucking lame,” Grace writes. “I don’t know if I really want to fuck you anymore.”
I write back, “Oh, will you just shut up and get in here?”
It’s only a couple of minutes before the door to my office opens and Grace slinks in, wearing a black, asymmetrical skirt and a red scoop top. She’s been waiting on the next floor up to get the message that Yuri went out to lunch.
“How long do we have?” she asks.
“She’s never taken a lunch break shorter than half an hour,” I tell her. “We’re going to have to be kind of quick, but I think we should be fine.”
“Great,” she says, and turns back to the door. “It doesn’t lock?”