Page 78 of Indiscretion

“Tell me you’ll have dinner with me tonight. A date.”

Her hooded eyes went soft. “It’s the first night my sister’s home, so I should probably keep her company and make sure she’s doing alright. Her sister-in-law is heading back to Staten Island when I get home from work. She has small children.”

I felt deflated, but I nodded. “Of course. I wasn’t thinking.”

She smiled. “How about Saturday night?”

I smiled back. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “As long as everything goes okay tonight, I think that would be good.”

There must’ve been a shit-eating grin on my face because Naomi laughed and shook her head. “Stop being cocky and answer your damn phone already.”

My grin widened. “Yes, ma’am.”

I’d been right to think the phone call was going to turn my day into a shit show. It was Mr. Langone, an attorney client of mine who was out on bail after being charged with money laundering. The feds had just raided his office and were in the process of taking all of his computers and files. It was complicated because of attorney-client privilege. So I had to head uptown right away.

I walked out of my office only a few minutes after having had Naomi in my arms. Her cheeks were still flushed, hair a wild mess, and lips beautifully swollen. My cell was still in my hand, and without giving it any thought, I lifted it and snapped a picture.

She flashed a lopsided smile. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture of how gorgeous you look.”

Naomi patted her blond hair. “I’m sure I’m a mess.”

“A beautiful mess. But I have to go. Mr. Langone’s office is getting looted by the feds.”

“With a warrant, I hope?”

I nodded. “But he’s a lawyer, so I may need to get the judge who signed it on the phone and argue privilege.”

“Cairo vs. U.S.,” she said. “It’s a two-year-old case. I lost a shit ton of evidence on a bad search because of it. I’ll text you a link to the summary.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Naomi’s eyes dropped down. She covered her mouth. “Oh my God. You can’t take the subway like that. If you wind up having to stand, that thing will be right in someone’s face.”

I looked down. When the adrenaline rush had changed from sucking her face to saving a client, I’d forgotten all about my needy dick. But apparently it needed more than a few minutes to catch up. It looked like a small arm was trying to escape from my pants.

“Shit, let me get my suit jacket to hold and cover it up.”

“You should probably drive or call an Uber so you have a little privacy while that thing calms down.”

“Sweetheart, this thing isn’t calming down until after it’s inside you.”

Chapter 22

DAWSON

On Saturday I went into the office for a few hours before going over to Mr. Langone’s office to do a quick summary of all the cases the feds had confiscated over my objections. By the time I walked back out to the street, there was barely enough time for me to run home and take a shower before I was supposed to pick up Naomi for our date.

At seven, I stood in the hallway of Naomi’s sister’s building, dressed in navy slacks and a white button-down. I had a jacket in the car since the restaurant where I’d made a reservation was pretty fancy. I lifted my hand to knock with an equal amount of eagerness and apprehension. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt nervous about a date. It might have been never.

Frannie, Naomi’s sister, opened the door and smiled. “Well, I wasn’t delusional from fever after all. You’re just as handsome as I remember.”

I smiled back. “You look a hell of a lot better than the last time I saw you.” Frannie’s color had returned. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes bright. It made the resemblance to her sister much clearer.

The door had been open three quarters of the way, but it suddenly whooshed wide. Ryder stood behind his mom and folded his arms across his chest. “What are your intentions with my aunt Naomi?”