very subtle thought.
“No?”
She shook her head. “I just came to get you for lunch, actually. You know, food? That stuff you need to keep surviving so that you can continue bulldozing through this massive pile of work.”
“We could skip lunch,” Alex suggested, thumbs rubbing circles over the arches of her hipbones under her clothes.
“As much as I would enjoy that, I actually am hungry.”
Alex brushed his lips against the curve of her throat and felt her shiver against him. “Are you sure about that?” he murmured.
“Very—” her breath caught. “Very sure. Later.” She swatted lightly at his shoulder. “Down, boy.”
That made him laugh despite himself, and he pulled back to look up at her face. “Okay. Fine. Lunch. I take it you want me to eat it with you?”
“I would like it if you would. You need a break.”
He did need a break. She'd turned down his best break idea, but Alex supposed he could go for the next best thing. “Sure. I'll grab lunch with you, baby. Did you bring something, or are you wanting to go out?”
“I thought we might go get something. Maybe take Paul?” She looked at him like she wasn't entirely sure what his reaction was going to be to the suggestion. “Since it's his first day.”
Alex sighed. “Not that I dislike Paul, but having to wait on bending you over my desk so we can take him to lunch isn't my favorite compromise.”
“I'll make it up to you,” Jamie said, the tone of her voice enough to make him wish that they were staying in. Maybe for the rest of the day. “Promise.”
“You had better,” Alex shot back.
She laughed and slid down off the desk, offering him her hand. Alex took it and let her lead him out into reception, where Paul was already waiting. He nodded at them both, looking a little less fresh than he had that morning. The pile of research and paperwork had obviously taken its toll.
“We'll go to that place just down the street,” Jamie said. “The one we haven't been to in a while.”
“Wherever you want to go,” Alex said, and he meant it.
They rode the elevator, carrying on polite conversation about what Paul had been doing while away, how much he had to catch up on and, thankfully, Jamie kept the conversation going at a steady stream as they walked.
When they arrived at the restaurant, it was quiet, the lunch rush having already passed. They claimed a table in the corner, and Jamie pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking the screen.
“Christine’s in the area.” She looked up at both of them. “Would you mind if she joins us?”
Alex was starting to feel like the business lunch that he'd initially thought this was going to be wasn't exactly what Jamie had planned. But he couldn't exactly tell her that her sister couldn't come have lunch with them. He'd had plans for some discussion around where the business had been lately and where he would like it to go, but that could wait easily enough. “I don't see a problem with it.”
“Of course I don't mind,” Paul said. “She’s your sister, right?” He shot a glance at Alex, who nodded. Another long story Alex wasn’t going to get into. Plus, he had no idea what all Paul knew.
“Great!” Jamie smiled at them both. “I'll let her know.”
Once, Alex wouldn't have let Christine anywhere near Jamie if he could help it. She'd brought his wife nothing but stress and pain. But then, his own relationship with his brother had been horribly strained for years. He was glad that had changed. And glad for Jamie's sake that her sister had come to her senses.
“Go ahead and think about what you want to order. She won't be very long.”
Jamie was looking down at her own menu, and Alex watched her instead of looking at his, trying to convince her without saying anything to look up at him. He knew that she had to feel the way he was staring, and after a minute she did lift her head, her expression a little sheepish. Alex raised an eyebrow at her, and she gave a tiny
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