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Seven

Reagan

Everything seems to be going well with Margie.

Steven has been in here to give me an update on her progress and I’m pleasantly surprised. While her qualifications made it seem like she could do her job with her eyes closed, I prefer to see it with my own eyes and not make assumptions. I’m not in the business of making assumptions.

The first half of the day has gone by quickly, and I’ll be out of the office soon. I call Margie to let her know.

“Yes, Ms. Quinn?” she answers on the first ring.

“Margie, I’ll be leaving the office soon for a lunch meeting at twelve thirty. Just hold my calls and take messages. I’ll deal with anything that requires my immediate attention when I’m back.”

“Of course.”

“I’m not sure what time I’ll be back, these things always last longer than expected.” I don’t want to tell her I’m going to lunch with my boyfriend. My private life is just that—private.

Grabbing my bag, I say bye to Margie as I walk past her desk and remind her to go to Steven if she’s struggling.

As I walk out of the main doors of the building, Everett’s jet black, Ford Mustang, is the first thing I see idling at the curb. Opening the door and sliding onto the seat, I drop my bag into the footwell and lean across the center console to kiss Everett.

“Hmm, I’ve been waiting for that,” he mumbles against my lips, making me smile as I pull away. “Hey, sugar.”

I pull the seatbelt across my body, then he revs the engine a few times. The vibration of the engine reverberates through the leather seat and into me. I swear he does it on purpose. Everett and I share the same love for cars, only his are good old-fashioned muscle cars, I prefer the sportier type. Taking my hand in his, he entwines our fingers and rests them on his thigh.

“Where are we going?”

“The Mayflower. I know you like it there.”

“It has the best Chinese that New York can offer.”

“We might be able to have dessert too if you’re really lucky.” He smiles lasciviously at me.

I turn to look out the window and watch the sights of New York as they pass me by.

“I doubt it, I have to get back today.”

It’s not too long until we’re pulling up to the restaurant. Everett comes around to my side and opens my door, holding out his hand and helping me out of the car. Rising up onto my five-inch heels, his eyes track down my body until his gaze falls upon my shoes. That sexy smirk pulls at his lips again as he leans into me. “I can’t wait to have those spikes digging into my back again.”

Shaking off the desire clogging my brain, I smile and move back. “Shall we have lunch?”

The heat of his hand warms the small of my back as we walk through into the restaurant. I love having his hands on me in any form, but like this, it makes me feel wanted.

Everett gives his name to the waiter at front of house’ and we are shown to our seats.“would you like to order drinks first?”

“Oh yes, just water for me please.” I smile at the waiter. Everett orders the same and the waiter leaves us.

“So, when we saw each other last week, you seemed a little stressed. Is everything alright?”

“It is now. Although, HR needs a good shake up.”

“A whole new department?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they’re incompetent. Well, most of them are.”

The waiter comes over with a pitcher of iced water. We thank the waiter after he’s poured our glasses telling us to help ourselves to food.

Everett and I make our way around the different dishes on display filling our plates with a variety of foods. Scooping some noodles onto my fork, I take my first bite. I groan as the flavors burst on my tongue.

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