Spicy Sugar

Farewell

Andrei's POV:

The last two days I spent continuing my translation of the damn book. It was a freaking tedious task, but I made good progress. I haven't heard a lot from Briar either. Last time I saw her she sounded agitated, and stressed, and more than unhappy, which in turn made me feel like she deserved something nice for a change.

That's also why I am lounging at the Skyline hotel, a gift bag besides me and, for a change, no whiskey or beer but just a coffee in front of me. I hedged my bets and took out the phone. It rang once, then twice, then a third time before she picked up.

"Briar Ray?" seems like she didn't save the number of my throwaway phone in hers.

Adjusting my voice to a very low and rumbling tone that almost sounded purring, I answered, "Hey, Sugar. Where are you?"

"Spicy?" the surprise in her voice almost sounded like she didn't expect to hear from me again.

"The one and only. You know, I'm sitting in Skyline with a cup of diabetes coffee in front of me. Care to join me?" I asked teasingly.

"My plane is landing in ten minutes. I can be there in like half an hour?" she suggested now clearly sounding happier.

"You could use a parachute, you know. Way faster." Raising an eyebrow suggestively, even though she could not see.

A small giggle was heard from the other end of the line, "I'll see you in half an hour, Spicy."

"Fine." rolling my eyes, and she hung up.

Exactly half an hour later, I saw a limousine pull up to the hotel. I smirked and gave the barbie of a barkeeper the signal to prepare the order I gave her. One look at Briar was enough to make me smile. She sashayed into the room, her purple pencil skirt hugging her slender legs. Her top covered in a black turtleneck, likely to hide the hickey I left in hospital, would have given her an almost schoolgirl-like appearance if she wasn't wearing the perfectly matching purple blazer on top.

No matter from which angle you looked at this woman, she was a tough businesswoman. The moment she sat down and wanted to open her mouth, the cup for her coffee was placed in front of her, with a huge sugar shaker besides it, and she beamed me a curious smile.

"You're welcome, Sugar." I said with a smirk.

"I'm not sure what surprises me more about you. How well you know me, or the fact you actually called even though I'm pregnant." she said while starting the transformation of her coffee into a thick syrup.

"You thought I would ghost you?" I placed a hand over my heart and made sure my voice was laden with sarcasm, "I'm hurt, Sugar."

With a roll of her eyes, she leaned in closer and smirked, "As if. You're never fazed by anything."

Shrugging, I put on a confident grin, "It's my business. Nerves of steel and all."

"Don't get arrogant. Doesn't suit you."

"Now that's not arrogance. You see, arrogance is thinking you are better than anybody else. I'm just confident in the fact that I am great." I explained, still grinning.

She gave a small chuckle and stopped pouring her sugar, beginning to stir the contents of her cup, "You do know that I limit myself to one cup per week? Else it goes straight to the hips."

"Oh, your hips look absolutely perfect." With a wolfish grin, I added, "Especially up close."

Pouting playfully, she gave me a small jab to the shoulder, but scooted closer to me with her chair, "So, You called me her just to tell show me your perfect timing and sweet talk me?"