Page 101 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"I want to spend the rest of the weekend with you, and I'd like for you to meet Marie. I'm sure she'd love to meet you." He shakes his head in an exasperated fashion. "I mean, she might be a little bit mouthy and over the top when she does meet you, so just be prepared."

"What do you mean? Is she going to hate me?"

"Oh, no. I think she's going to love you. But she is going to go on and on and on about how I've been single forever, and how she never thought I'd meet a nice girl like you."

"What?"

"I'm just predicting that's what she's going to say." He laughs. "So grab a bag and some stuff and spend the weekend with me. I would spend the weekend here, but I really wouldn't be comfortable."

"Fine," I say. "You do know that when I get a couple more paychecks under my belt, I'm going to decorate and furnish this place, and you'll never want to leave, right?"

"We'll see," he says.

My heart soars at the words, because I realize that I've just talked about him coming here in the future, and he didn't get red or stammer. Maybe he does kind of like me. Maybe it isn’t just about the sex. Though, I don’t want to get ahead of myself. The sex is pretty fucking amazing.

"I'll just bring some clothes and some underwear," I say. "I don't really have much else to bring. Oh, maybe my laptop."

"Why are you bringing your laptop?" He tilts his head to the side.

"Because I have a crazy boss who likes to send me emails in the middle of the night asking me to do different projects, and just in case."

"I have a feeling your boss won't do that."

"But just in case," I say, grinning at him as I grab my laptop.

"Come on, let's go back to my place," he says, smirking as we walk back out the door. "Are you sure you're ready for my sister?"

"Are you sure you're ready for your sister to meet me?"

"Yeah."

"But then she'll know about us and it will really be out there, and?—"

"I don't care. I'm sorry that I told you previously that I didn't want people in the office to know, but I don't care. I want you to get to know my sister. I want you to be a part of my life."

I stare at him wide-eyed.

"What is it now, Lila?" he asks.

"I’m just surprised by your words."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you don't seem like the sort of guy that would want a relationship."

I stammer over my words, because I've just put the R word into the universe, and I don't know how he's going to react.

"Who says I want a relationship?" he asks, and I feel my heart sinking.

Why had I mentioned it? Oh my gosh.

"So this is just about sex for you?" I ask.

He grins then, his eyes sparkling. "Are you telling me it's not about sex for you as well?"

"Oh, of course. It's all about sex," I say. "In fact, I'm trying to get you to impregnate me so I can be set for life, child support and all that."

He stares at me for a couple of seconds, and for a few dreadful moments, I think he thinks that I'm being serious.

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