Chapter Nine
So she’s been waiting for me. My chest puffs at her admission. Of course, she’s been waiting for me. It’s not every day you share orgasms with someone in a wine cellar. Suddenly, the Chinese doesn’t feel like enough. I should have brought flowers, or chocolate. Or a bolt of French Leavers lace. “I need a suit,” I say, somehow managing to not stammer like an awkward teenager.
“A suit,” she repeats, eyebrows disappearing into her hairline. Disappointment flickers across her face but is quickly covered. She nods once. “I see. And did you fill out the contact form?”
I shake my head. “But I brought this.” I lift the box.
“I might not like Chinese,” she says, letting go of the door and taking a step forward. It shuts behind her with a quiet click.
“A gamble I was willing to tak
