Page 26 of Meet You Half Way
“Sorry, I had something come up,” I replied.
“Funny though cos Dante was there at the same time wondering the same thing,” Rob dropped and I froze.
“He what? Why was he out of bed?”
“I think he was just stopping by to print out some plans or something,” Rob told me. I’d spoken to Dante on the phone that very afternoon and he had not even mentioned my absence. Now I was worried he thought I was a bad employee even though I’d made up all the missed time this evening.
“Right.”
“So where were you then?” Rob pressed, a hint of a smirk on his face.
“Are you always this nosy? I forget sometimes.”
“Only because I might have seen your phone last night and a message from a certain someone,” Rob dropped casually. Okay so I was definitely busted. I could have easily strung Rob along but I found I didn’t really want to for some reason. Which was strange for me. I was not a sharer.
“Okay you got me. I met up with Jamie for a coffee,” I admitted.
“You had a date with Jamie?” he asked, sitting up straighter in his seat.
“I had acoffeewith Jamie. Not a date,” I huffed, slumping into the armchair beside the sofa.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, M, but meeting a guy for a coffee, especially a guy you’re sleeping with, is the very definition of a date.” Gosh he was smug. Since when were my friends so smug?
“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”
“I so am,” he grinned. “So? How was yourdatewith Jamie?”
“It was … adequate,” I replied, Rob zeroing in on the way I squirmed in my seat.
“Just adequate?”
I shrugged. “Maybe more than adequate.”
“Dare I ask for details?”
“No you may not dare ask for details because none shall be forthcoming,” I returned, my tone a little superior.
“Why are you no fun?” Rob pouted.
“That’s just me in a nutshell. The no fun one.”
“So you say and yet I have a strong notion your day was far more interesting than you’re letting on,” he said, Mr smug himself.
“What, you think I’d just leave the office for a morning of hot sex, huh? Is that the kind of guy you think I am?” I said, aiming for indignation.
“That’s exactly the kind of guy I think you are,” he grinned. The bastard.
“Who needs friends when I have you?”
“Oh come on, don’t leave me hanging here,” Rob pressed.
“What do you want me to tell you, huh? You always get squirmy when Nick or I tell you stuff about sex. You pretend you want the details but you don’t really.”
“Maybe I just like the romance of it all,” he mulled, leaning back on the sofa.
“Then let me not keep you in suspense on that subject. There was nothing remotely romantic about the way Jamie fucked me into the mattress today. Either time.”
Rob just laughed at that, tipped his head back and laughed, the grin lighting up his entire face.
