Page 125 of Ask Me Something

Chapter Twenty-Six

It was Friday afternoon when I boarded the flight to Virginia for Kenzie’s graduation party. Work had been hectic, but at least tension with Vanessa was manageable for the moment. Phase two was well under way with the Tryon Pharmaceuticals commercial set for filming next Thursday.

Several times I’d attempted to pick up the phone to call the attorney about my birth mother. But I’d never gotten through dialing the full number. Was I going to plan a funeral for a woman whose only redeeming quality was to give me up for the right amount of money? Did I want to know how she died? Why should I feel guilty? Putting most of it aside, I was ready for the distraction of a weekend with Brian.

After I landed in Dulles airport, I strode toward the exit, searching for the transportation signs. I’d take a cab to the hotel and hopefully see him later.

When I walked out of the security doors, however, I heard my name and glanced over to see him standing there, looking handsome as ever. Moving faster, I felt my heart fill with emotion. Somehow everything was better just seeing him.

“Hi,” I breathed.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he greeted, clearly not bothered by giving a public display of affection since he lifted me off of my feet and kissed me soundly.

I giggled, and when he pulled back, my breath caught. The way the man looked at me made me feel like I was the only woman in the room. “Tell me this means you’re taking me to the hotel and we have some, uh, time.”

He grinned, taking my suitcase and leading me out to his parked car. “Time for what, pray tell?”

I took out my work phone, turning on the wireless. “Hmm, if you have to ask, then perhaps I’ve lost my touch in inspiring it.”

In the car, he gave me a sideways glance. “Do you think by any chance you can put your work phone away? The hotel is twelve minutes away, and I’ve already checked us in, which means I plan to be deep inside of you in thirteen.” His hand reached over, unzipping my slacks and sliding his fingers into my panties.

Well, then. I shifted my hips to allow for better access and dropped my phone into my purse. Work was already forgotten.

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It turnedout to be fifteen minutes before we were in the room and he was inside of me, but who was counting?

“Christ, I missed you,” Brian murmured.

We were fast and furious, not even bothering with our clothes being all the way off before he buried himself deep inside of me.

His eyes flashed when I didn’t respond, being too caught up in the feel of him.

I wondered if he’d wanted me to say that I’d missed him, too. But that thought was lost the moment my orgasm took over.

We lay there afterward for a few minutes before he kissed my forehead and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of the shower motivated me to get up. I tracked his movements, while leaning against the doorframe as he adjusted the temperature of the water. “Mind if I join you?”

He crossed over to take my hand. “Only if we put an adorable shower cap on you because we don’t have much time before dinner. Can’t get your hair wet.”

Kenzie’s party wasn’t until tomorrow afternoon. I hadn’t known we had plans tonight. “Uh, what are we doing?”

“Dinner. The two of us. I want to take you out to a restaurant that was one of my favorites while growing up.”

“Oh.” I smiled, relieved that I didn’t have to see his mother or Rebecca this evening. I swallowed past the lump of emotion when I thought about him taking me out to a place that was meaningful to him. He tucked my hair up under the hotel shower cap and kissed me tenderly.

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of the wolves tomorrow, but for tonight, I’d like to spend it with you and forget about the rest of the world.”

“That sounds nice.” I noticed the look of worry on his face. “Is everything okay, Bri? Is something going on with Juliette?” It felt like there was something he wasn’t telling me. If it wasn’t her, there had to be something else causing his expression.

“Juliette is okay. She’s heading back up on Sunday. Can I ask a favor for this weekend, though?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Do you think we can turn off work completely until Monday, put our business phones and laptops away?”

His question was a strange one to ask. Did he think I’d be on my phone during Kenzie’s party tomorrow? “Do I get to ask why?”

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