Page 69 of I Won't Be In On Monday

"You know how much money I make. $5,000 would definitely be helpful.” I grin. “Okay. I mean, if you want to give that to me."

"I want to give you so much more," he says in a deep voice, and I burst out laughing.

“Was that meant to be sexy, Remington?"

"I mean, I was hoping you would find me sexy, but maybe you don't."

"Or maybe I do." I reach up and touch the side of his face. "You're really handsome, but I guess you know that. I'm sure all the women tell you that."

"I mean, a couple have told me that I'm the most devastatingly gorgeous man they've ever seen." He grins. "But what's one more woman?"

"You're too much," I say, slapping him on the arm again.

"Hey, I might like that a little too much," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into him. "In fact, I like it a lot when you touch me."

"Remington, I don't know what to say to that."

"Just say that you'll keep doing it."

"Whatever."

I grin as we stop outside a restaurant called China Bistro. "You are basic, aren't you?"

"What?" he says.

"Even the restaurant name is pretty basic."

He grins. "Sometimes the more basic it is, the better." We walk inside, and immediately, an older Asian woman comes rushing forward.

"Ah, Mr. Parker. So good to see you."

"So good to see you as well, June. This is my assistant, Juniper.”

My heart drops slightly at his words, but I reason to myself that it’s not like he’s going to call me his girlfriend or even his friend. I am first and foremost his assistant. “Oh, nice to meet you,” she says. “You like Chinese food, as well?"

"Love it." I look over at Remington. "You must come here a lot if she knows your name."

"Maybe I come here a couple of times a week." He grins. "Well, not recently, but I used to when I first started. Now I come maybe once every other week."

"Wow, and you only get Mongolian beef?"

"No, I get other stuff."

"Is this where you bring all your dates?" I hope the jealousy in my voice is not showing.

"No, I have never brought a date here." He pauses and looks over at me. "Unless you count tonight."

My breath catches in my throat. Is he saying what I think he is saying? "Is this a date?" I ask him, my words sounding choppy.

"I don't know." He shrugs. “Is it?”

“No,” I say quickly. “It’s just two coworkers having dinner and then ...”

“And then going back to one of their places to have oral sex,” he says, raising a single eyebrow and leaning forward.

“I didn’t say that we were going to go back to my place, and I didn't say that..."

"You're the one who said you wanted to issue me the challenge, and I figured it would be back at your place. I mean, I could get down on my knees under this table right now, pull those pants and panties down, and stick my nose right up in your pussy and eat you out like you've never been eaten before. Quite literally." He grins. "Or we could wait until we got to the comfort of your own home so that your screams and moans weren't witnessed by"—he looks around the busy restaurant—"fifty other people in New York, but that's up to you. What do you prefer?"

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