Page 46 of Flaunt
“When is it?” I ask.
“Friday,” she says. “I told him it was probably too soon to take time off, but he insisted that I try. But if you don’t think it’s possible, then—”
“Go.”
Her brows shoot to the ceiling. “Really?”
“When is he coming back?”
“He’s staying a week,” she says in a rush. “But I can be back Monday. The weekend is all I’m after, and oh, my gosh, Banks. I can’t believe—”
Fuck it. “Hey, Tash?”
“Yeah?”
“Take the whole week off.”
“What? Banks?Really?” she asks, her voice nearing squeal level.
This is not at all what I want to do, and I’m not sure how we’ll function around here without her. But she’s never asked me for a thing since the day she started, and if anyone deserves a week’s break from this place, it’s Tasha.
“Have fun with your family,” I say, remembering Maddox’s disappointment last night. “We might as well make one of our families happy.”
She bounces on her toes. “Thank you, Banks. Honest. I could kiss your face right now.”
“Don’t let me interrupt.” Sara stands next to Tasha, her eyes sparkling. “Should I wait in the lobby?”
Tasha’s eyes go wide as a slow smile stretches across her lips. My heartbeat quickens.
“You’re fine, Sara,” I say, my eyes glued to hers. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tash.”
“Have a good night, Banks,” she says, smirking.
Sara enters my office, and Tasha shuts the door softly behind her.
The room fills with a warm, slightly sweet scent and an energy that I only feel when Sara is around.
My gaze drags up her bare legs capped in a pair of yellow shorts, over her thick thighs, across the curve of her hip, and over the round tits showcased in a tight white tank top.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi,” she says, her tone as clipped as mine. She waits for me to respond, and when I don’t, she rolls her eyes and sits in the chair across from me. “I looked up my tire alert, and the internet says it’ll be fine and that the chances I’ll break down are very, very small.”
Oh. “There’s a lot of misinformation online.”
“Maybe.” She lifts one leg and crosses it over the other. “My car is in the parking lot if you want to check it out. I’m not really sure why we’re sitting in here.”
I lean back and blow out a breath.
“Look,” she says. “I found a place to live. You’re off the hook.”
My brows shoot to the ceiling. “You did?”
“Yeah. So if you can just clear my computer or whatever mechanic magic it requires, I can be on my way.”
“Where are you moving to?” I ask.
“That’s none of your business.”
