I hum softly, completely content to be tangled with Tristan's naked body on the floor of my office. "I can't believe we just had sex in my office."
"I'm pretty surprised too."
"I hope no one came up here and heard us or I'm looking to be fired on Monday." He chuckles softly, stroking my hair back from my face. I stare into the deep abyss of his eyes, shaking my head. "Not that I care too much right now. I don't want to ever get up."
"I'm good with that," he murmurs, pulling me closer. "... Anyways, I've got connections. You'd be back in a heartbeat."
I hum, chuckling. "... Mr. Connections."
Our hands move against each other in the air, entwining. Both of our eyes are on them. I begin to feel a strange feeling in my gut- nervousness.
"... How do we do this?"
He looks down at me, looking surprised that I brought it up. The unspoken question... The question as to whether or not I'm going to continue to see him. I've just answered it.
He kisses me softly, pulling me in with tenderness before he sighs, pulling back. "I- I'll come see you tomorrow. Do you have plans?"
"N- No, I don't."
He nods, grasping my face. "I'll find a way out of this, Genevieve. I promise."
I sigh, relaxing back onto his chest. "Soon."
I open the door at the entrance of my building, grinning ear to ear as Andre shuts his door to his Chevy Ram. I place my hands on my hips, shaking my head from side to side.
"Where have you been? I was expecting you an hour ago."
"Traffic was a nightmare... I swear I could never live in a city."
"You get used to it," I murmur, pressing my lips to his cheek. He grabs my waist and we turn back into the hallway. "Should I ask where Carol is?"
Carol, his new girlfriend I was supposed to meet today.
But by the look on his face, I can infer that Carol is no longer in the picture. I frown, nodding.
He shrugs, opening my front door. I walk in, turning back to him. "She said it was my hours- That I never had time for her but I know that's bullshit."
"Yeah. I've already heard she's with this guy on a trip in Nantucket."
I set down a plate of Chicken and Broccoli casserole on the table and I see his face light up.
"It's like you knew I had a bad day," he utters amusingly, sitting down. I smile happily, setting down utensils. I grab my plate and sit beside him, leaning back. Tasting it, he groans, leaning back with me.
"Jesus, you definitely got Delfina's skills in the kitchen."
I smile proudly at the mention of the woman who raised us. I used to sit and watch her make this every Sunday. We never, ever got sick of it.
He stares at me, chewing slowly.
"You know... I got a call from Trisha the other day."
"Based on what she told me, I came here expecting you to be upset- distraught even... But you're- literally glowing. It's weird."
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...