Page 27 of D.I.E.T. (Did I Eat That?)

“Your job will be just fine.”

“Okay then, this much sex can’t be normal.” At this point I grasped at any straw within reaching distance. He didn’t understand, he couldn’t. But my heart’s survival rested in the balance. “I’ve bumped uglies more in the past twenty-four hours than in the last seven years of my life.”

“I assure you it’s quite natural. We’re catching you up. Think of it as retroactive compensation.”

“But I—” Whatever else I was about to say got cut off when Sinjin lifted me, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lay me down on the massage table, removing my clothing as he began to worship my body they way, I found, only Sinjin could.

Too many times I wanted to cry out but consciously held back for fear of Dion or the salon clients hearing me. The ease at which he got me to give in to this illicit adventure freaked me out. I’d never even had mid-morning, middle-of-the-week work sex with the numbnut-who-shall-not-be-named. Mayday! Mayday! Danger Brigeeta Posch! Infatuation defeated. Leveling up.

On the scariest thought I ever had, I came harder than I had in my life, and I could barely make a peep. My body shook from the intensity of the orgasm and the realization of what I felt for Sinjin. After bringing his knee up for a change of position, Sinjin glided in and out of me about four more times before pressing his forehead to my chest, and with his chest heaving, he swallowed hard.

“Jesus… Geet.” He panted. “Just…Jesus.” We lay there quietly holding each other, collecting our thoughts and our breaths, I guess, until the shrill of his ring tone pierced the happy bubble we’d created. He let it go to voicemail at first, but when whoever called immediately called back, he got up to answer it, knowing it had to be important. Sinjin walked right back over to me, though, fitting himself between my legs dangling over the edge of the table now that I was sitting up, while he answered, his back to my chest. I laid my cheek against his shoulder blade, wrapping my arms around him.

“What?” he barked in a voice I’d never heard Sinjin use before. His CFO voice?

“Where the hell are you?” the voice on the other end shouted, loud enough for me to hear. “You need to get Brandon—now.”

“Where I am is none of your concern,” Sinjin answered. “What’s happened?” Whoever the caller was, he must have calmed down because I couldn’t hear his answers any longer, but the reason for calling had to be urgent because Sinjin began dressing before hanging up. I dressed too, waiting for him to hang up. Once he did, he turned to me. “I’ve got to go, Geet. The merger—it hit a snag and I’m one of the few people who Brandon answers calls from.”

“I get it,” I said. “Go. It’s fine.”

“Geet,” he replied, his entire face full of remorse. He stepped close into my body space and with a hand to my jaw, bent in to take my mouth. “Baby, I don’t know how late I’ll be.”

“I’ll bum a ride to pick up my Jeep, no worries. Then I’ll see you at bootcamp tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t. You promised to stay a few nights.” He fished inside his pants pocket, withdrawing his keyring. And while twisting a key off the ring he said, “If I can’t pick you up, I’ll send a car.” Then he held the key out to me. “Let yourself in. Make yourself at home.”

“I can’t. Sin, it would be too weird.” Did I just call him ‘Sin’? Crap, I totally think I did.

“Sin?” he asked, smiling and slightly chuckling. “I love it. Anyway.” He shook his head. “Order in or cook, whatever you want. But you’re in my bed tonight, Geet. I’m serious about this. It’s important to me.”

Important to him? Then what choice did I have? I did what any red-blooded woman (in my case) who felt the big L for a man (in his case)—though I needed to push that particular thought out of my mind stat—would do and reached my hand out to take his key.

His key.

The man just offered up his key.

To me.

And then I found myself pulled into his arms again, those strong arms wrapped around my shoulders with his head tilted and his lips descending. I closed my eyes, absorbing every sensation down to my toes. Oh yeah, Sinjin Barrow definitely spelled trouble for me.

When he let me go, the look on his face said he really didn’t want to. “Tonight, sunshine,” he said and he turned to leave.

“Tonight,” I whispered to the closed door. It took me a couple minutes to wrap my mind around our little exchange, then I got down to the business of totally scrubbing down the table—legs, base and pad, throwing the sheets in the laundry hamper, and finally mopping the floor, even though I was fairly certain that no body fluids hit the floor. I took hygiene very seriously.

Quickly, before my next client arrived, I snuck into the restroom to give myself a little sponge bath scrubbing. The last thing I needed was to smell like sex while giving a therapeutic rubdown.

At 1:00, when I still hadn’t taken a lunch yet, I pulled my phone from my purse to call in a delivery order when my sister walked in. “Dion said you haven’t taken your lunch yet.”

Perfect timing.

“Nope. Been a steady stream of clients today,” I replied.

“Well, let’s go. I’m starved and missing my sister. We haven’t talked in a few days.”

No, we hadn’t and today the catchup would be exhaustive.

“Let me get my coat and clock out,” I said, then I set about to do that. Lu followed me out to the back room and waited while I collected my things, then we left the warmth of the salon for the outside.

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