Page 82 of The Weight Of It All
“Yes it is.” I mean, there was no point in lying about it. It was a fucking great morning. “I was making you breakfast,” I added, nodding to the tray on the counter with a coffee and juice and an empty plate. “Just waiting on your toast.”
He held up the piece he took from me. “Have some, thanks.”
I snorted. “You’re welcome.”
He chuckled then sighed happily. “Thank you. It was very thoughtful.”
“You know, you dressed like that is a good enough reason for me to call in sick.”
“Tempted, huh?”
Just then the toast popped up. I grabbed it and buttered it for him. “I would, but I have a video conference meeting today that I probably shouldn’t miss. Vegemite okay?”
He sipped his juice and nodded. “Perfect, thanks.” When I handed it to him, he looked me up and down. “The suit looks good.”
It was hard not to believe him with the heat in his eyes and the gruff tone of his voice. “Oh.” I’m pretty sure I blushed. “Thanks.”
“I didn’t think I’d ever be into the corporate actuary look, but you do it so well.”
I had to put my coffee on the counter before I spilled it down the front of me. “There’s a corporate actuary look?”
Reed grinned as he chewed his toast. “Yep.”
“Is that a nice way to say I’m a boring suit?”
He chuckled. “You’re far from boring, Henry. And I like you in your suit. It fits you well.”
“I could probably miss that conference call,” I mused. “It’s just a national one, oh and a few offices throughout Asia. I’m sure it won’t be too important.”
Reed laughed. “You’re not missing work on my account.”
“But technically, I wouldn’tmissit, at all, because what we’d be doing instead would be so much more fun.”
“Nice try.”
“Are you making me go to work?”
He finished his juice and leaned his entire front against me so he could put his empty glass in the sink. “Yep.”
I mumbled into his chest, “You don’t play fair.”
He laughed and stood back, only to fix my necktie. “You better go if you don’t want to be late.”
I had to adjust my now-aching dick. “Thanks for giving me something to think about all day.”
He grinned proudly. “You’re welcome.”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll drop you home on my way, if you want?”
“Okay. Just let me get dressed.”
Ten minutes later, I pulled up at his apartment complex. “I’ll call you. And probably text you as well,” he said. He opened his door but didn’t move to get out. “Thank you. For dinner last night and for breakfast this morning.”
“Anytime.”
“So, I was thinking maybe we could do it again on Friday night?”
“Sounds good.”
