Page 60 of Drunk on You

“Mr. Parker, sorry for the interruption, but you told me to let you know if Sonia calls. She’s on line one.”

“Shit, I need to take this.”

I pat Ana’s butt, and she pouts, but this call is too important to blow off.

“Seriously, you go from wanting to have office sex to dismissing me?” she says as she stands with a huff.

“Sorry, I need to take this call. Rain check?”

“Whatever,” she grumbles. “I’m heading home to finish packing. Maybe I’ll pull out my pink vibrator and give it a go. B.O.B. has been feeling a bit left out.”

“Touch yourself, and you’ll regret it,” I warn, the thought of her coming without me making me see red.

“Oh, really? Then, you’d better get home quickly to stop me,” she sasses, sauntering out and slamming the door behind her with a cackle.

I grab the receiver, hoping this call is quick so I can chase after my woman. I planned to stay late to get some shit done since we’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning for Vegas, but my priorities have shifted—number one: getting home to make my gorgeous fiancée come.

“Sonia,” I say when I answer. “What can I do for you?”

“You can meet me for dinner at Carlson’s tonight.”

Well, shit, there goes my night.

Anastasia

“You can meet me for dinner at Carlson’s tonight.”

I stop in my place as a sultry voice practically purrs the words over the speakerphone to my fiancé.

“Whoops.” Josie quickly lifts and drops the receiver, silencing the call. “I forgot to click transfer,” she says with a nervous smile that has my hackles rising. “With the new system, if I don’t click …”

She rambles on, but my only focus is on the fact that some woman seems to think Julian is going to meet her at Carlson’s when he’s meeting me at the house.

My phone dings with a text, and I pull it out, finding a message from Julian that has my heart plummeting into my stomach.

Julian

A last-minute meeting came up. I’ll probably be home late.

Me

Guess the vibrator it is.

Julian

I’ll make it up to you. I promise.

Julian

You should have dinner with your dad since we’re leaving tomorrow for a few days.

“Who’s Sonia?” I ask Josie, pocketing my phone.

“I’m not sure,” she says with a shrug. “Julian just told me to put her through to him, no matter what.”

“You’re his assistant. Shouldn’t you know who he does business with?” I accuse, my tone harsh.

“I don’t know everything about Julian,” she snaps back. “Take you, for example. I didn’t know about you until you two were already engaged. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

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