Page 32 of Office Affairs

“If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would you go?” Sabrina popped off the question toward the end of the meal. Her sly smile teased us, and the way she relaxed with her arms out by her sides as she bounced in the seat kept our attention locked on her.

“Paris,” I responded automatically.

Chase ran a hand over his jaw. “Belize.”

Russell thought it over. “What is my purpose for being there?”

Sabrina’s grin widened at the question. Typical Russell. He preferred to have all the facts before he made a decision.

“No purpose. You’re there because you want to be. You can do anything you want.” She winked at him and leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table. The move pulled her dress down enough to reveal a few inches of cleavage, a fact she knew damned well from the way her eyes sparkled when I finally pulled my gaze away from her perfect skin.

Russell stretched out his long legs and smoothed his pants down over his thighs. The motherfucker had a semi tenting his pants. He wasn’t the only one. I’d sported one for the last few minutes.

“Then I want to be right here.” He captured Sabrina’s attention. “I want you, naked on the balcony, watching the sunset over the water while we fuck.”

Her chest hitched on a sharp breath. “Okay.”

We scrambled out of the booth fast enough to set the leather on fire.

Sabrina led the way to the elevators, and we piled in together. She stopped, her hand hovering over the button for our floor. “Should we get more business done first?”

“No.” I pressed the button and clenched my hands to keep from reaching for her. I wanted her in the room, not here in the elevator.

By the time we made it into our rooms, we had our shirts unbuttoned and Sabrina was carrying her heels.

“It’s good to take a break from business. Forget about all the shit waiting for us back home.” I tugged Sabrina around and slid the dress zipper down.

“No shit.” She sighed and leaned into me.

Curiosity gnawed at me. What was Sabrina escaping from? Her tone held a warning note, and I realized we knew almost nothing about Sabrina. We didn’t even know she had a kid until a few days ago. “What’s your son like?” I stopped undressing her and pressed for information. I wanted to know her, not just her body, but her heart and her mind.

“He’s amazing. The best thing that ever happened to me.” She sounded wistful. A slow tension pulled her away from me. “I never expected to be a teen mom, but I’m grateful to be his mother.”

“What about his dad? Your family?”

“They’re not important.” She turned in my arms.

“But—”

The shrill ring of Sabrina’s phone yanked her away from me. She dug her phone from the black purse still clutched in her hand. Her face whitened. “Miranda?”

The woman’s panicked voice shattered the stillness. “Keith is sick. You need to come home.”

17

SABRINA

There was nothing I hated more than to see Keith sick. The poor kid had thrown up more times than I cared to count over the last few days.

“Are you going to work today?” Keith shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and squinting at the clock.

I sat at the table and patted the chair beside me. “Not today. I thought I’d give you one more day before we start back.” Brushing his hair back from his forehead, I noted his even temperature. No more sweaty forehead or glazed eyes. He looked perfectly healthy.

He hopped into the chair and pulled the plate holding a single waffle closer. “Can I have more than one?”

“We’ll see. You haven’t thrown up all night, but we don’t want to overload your stomach.” I talked to him more like an adult sometimes, and now was no different. “Take small bites and chew slowly. If you start to feel nauseous, stop eating. Okay?”

“Okay.” He blinked sleepily and yawned. “Can we go to the zoo today since I’m not going to school?”

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