Page 58 of By Invitation Only
I laughed—hard. There was no way I was going to tell her about my sexcapades. Therefore, I changed the subject to her love life. She didn’t mind sharing details.
Booker didn’t call Sunday. I figured by tomorrow he really meant Monday and not a few hours away. It was okay with me, but I had a hard time sleeping. I kept thinking about him and our night at Sensation. I’d been starving before we were together, and now I was dying of thirst without him.
I made it to the office after a quick appearance in court. It was a status conference, and since the case was going smoothly, a settlement conference was set because we felt we could reach an agreement. To my displeasure, I didn’t see Booker. I really just wanted to see him again. Have him kiss me like he neededmeto breathe.
After saying hello to Maria as I entered the doors of Chandler and Patterson, I made my way down the hall to my office. The moment my gaze connected with Lorelei’s, she grinned.
“What’s that look for?”
She shrugged. “No reason.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
She shrugged again, not responding.
“Any messages?” I prompted.
Lorelei handed me a few message slips, still not saying anything.
“Thanks,” I responded and started to walk into my office only to stop dead in my tracks when I noticed the bouquet of red roses sitting on my desk. I turned my head to Lorelei, and she grinned. I grabbed the tiny card that was sticking in between a few stems.
Gorgeous,
For every hour I’ve been missing you.
Mr. Romantic
I laughed slightly at the note. Guess I couldn’t refer to him as not being romantic any longer. Lorelei was staring at me as I looked over to her desk. She smiled, and I realized I was too. I set the roses on the credenza behind my desk and thumbed through the messages I’d set down when I read the note. Booker had called.
Once I sat in my chair and took a deep breath, I dialed his number. When a receptionist answered, I realized it was his office number.
“Booker Jameson, please.”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“Peyton Winters.”
“Which case is this in regards to?”
Ahh.“Um, Ashley versus Inglewood,” I lied.
“Please hold.”
I took another breath as I leaned back in my chair and waited for Booker to get on the line. I swear I could feel Lorelei’s eyes on me, and I knew at lunch I’d be grilled once again. Maybe Ishouldfind a way for her to come to Sensation. That way she could have her own stories and not want to know mine.
“Miss me?”
A shiver washed over me as I heard his accent through the phone. God, it was sexy and so was he. Especially with his muscular body and tattoos that not everyone got to see. “Yes,” I admitted. “Thank you for the roses.”
“You’re welcome, gorgeous.”
“People are going to ask about them.” I bit my lip and looked to Lorelei to in fact see her still staring at me. I shooed her away and glared.
“Let them ask. I didn’t put my name on them.”
I smiled. “I know, Mr. Romantic. But I haven’t gotten flowers delivered—well, ever.”
“Now you have. And every time you look at them, you’ll think of me.”
