Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)
“If you would recall, I also basically said that you were a welcome change to my previous patterns.”
“If you want me to, I will.”
Nodding, Sara said, “I do. What time do you have to be up?”
Deacon calculated silently for a minute and said, “I think I need to leave by six. The Wellington people are coming in tomorrow at ten and I have prep to do with Jim.”
Wincing, Sara said, “I don’t mind if you feel like you need to go. Six is pretty early and tomorrow is a big day for you.”
“Are you being nice or do you want me to go? I can’t tell.”
Smacking him in the arm, she said, “I’m always nice. I was trying to let you off the hook if you wanted to head home tonight.”
Rubbing his arm, he dryly said, “Yes. You’re always nice. Vicious woman. Set the alarm for 5:30 a.m. please.”
Leaning over, Sara adjusted the alarm, then moved back into the crook of his arm.
He idly played with the tips of her hair and said, “Next Monday through Friday, I’m going to be in New York. I’ve got meetings with a farm league team in upstate, then a couple days at Viacom.”
Yawning, Sara said, “Sounds like a crazy week. Viacom is huge, right?”
Nodding he said, “Yeah. We’re shopping around a sports show for Marcus Wimberly.”
“The designated hitter for the Bravos? Wow.”
“I love that you know who I’m talking about when I mention people we represent. Have I mentioned that?”
Pausing a moment, he asked, “What about you? You don’t have anything going at JDC, right?”
Squinting, Sara thought about it and said, “No. Next week is slow for me. An event for Granada Hills College, then an engagement party, and a bat mitzvah.”
“Those sound like three large events. How is that a slow week?”
Shrugging, she said, “You make an excellent point.”
Yawning, Deacon asked, “Is it all right if I hit the light?”
Mumbling, Sara said, “Yeah.”
And that was the last thing that she remembered before her alarm starting beeping angrily at her. Slapping it with her hand, she silenced it. Looking over, Deacon hadn’t even been fazed by the sound. Deciding that thirty minutes was plenty of time, she started to run her fingers lightly down his chest.
His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile curving his lips. All the sudden there was a yowl, and a thud as Smitty jumped onto Deacon’s chest.
Cursing, his eyes shot open and he grunted, then reached up to stroke his hand down the cat’s back.
Sara gave Smitty a dirty look. Hateful little beast.
Deacon laughed, clearly sensing the direction of her thoughts.
Shooing the cat down, he glanced at the clock and said, “I need to head out soon. What time will you be at JDC?”
“10:30 a.m. should be plenty of time.” Getting up, Sara grabbed her robe, tying it around her. She asked Deacon, “Want any coffee?”
“No. You don’t need to be up yet. Just come lock the top lock after me, then go back to bed.”
“Mmkay.” Sitting back on the bed, she asked, “Do you have plans tonight?”
Nodding he said, “Yeah. Wining and dining the Wellington people. Should be done by 9:00 p.m., but that’s kinda late. Tomorrow?”