Page 12 of Unwrapping Romance

“She passed away when I was seven.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That was a long time ago.” He picked up the bourbon that Marla had brought over.

“So, you’ve only lived in New York for two years?” he asked.

“Yeah. I assume you grew up here?”

“I did.” He took a bite of his French dip.

His phone rang, and when he looked at it, he declined the call, but not before I saw the name Claire appear on his screen.

“You’re not going to answer that?” I asked.

“No. It’s nobody important.”

After we finished lunch, we went back to the office.

“Thanks for lunch. It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome.” He went into his office and shut the door.

Tristan walked over and stopped at my desk.

“He took you to lunch?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I smiled.

“That’s odd.” His brows furrowed.

“He’s not as bad as you all make him out to be.”

“You’ll find out soon enough, Sierra.” He tapped his knuckles on my desk before walking away.

Jack’s office door opened. “Can you come in here?”

I stood from my chair and stepped inside his office.

“After work, I need you to pick up my dry cleaning and drop it off at my place. I’ll give you my address and the address of the cleaners.”

“Okay. I can do it now,” I said.

“No. You are to do it after work. I’ll text you the addresses. You may return to your desk.”

“Okay. Do I just leave your dry cleaning with the doorman?”

“I don’t have a doorman. I live in a townhome, and I’ll be home.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I walked out of his office, furrowing my brows. A few moments later, my phone pinged with a text from Jack with the addresses. 45 West 70thStreet. I wasn’t surprised he was an upper west sider.

Chapter Six

Jack

I had motives for having Sierra pick up my dry cleaning and bring it home after work—my home, where I would take her to my bedroom for the night. That’s all I’ve thought about since she walked into my office for the interview. Something about her gripped me. Maybe it was because she hated the holiday season as much as I did. One night was all I wanted. One night to explore her and see for myself what she has hidden under her clothes. The image was already in my head, making my cock spasm and ache.

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