“What?” He nuzzled her neck, nowhere near done touching her for the night.
“I promised you a blowjob.”
“Ha!” His cock was still hard enough that when he rocked his hips, she sucked in air. “I’m so disappointed. Not. Besides, I promised you fireworks.”
Two warm hands cupped his cheeks, turning him to meet those beautiful blue eyes. “Trust me, Parker. I saw fireworks.”
Chapter Nine
“There’s a woman here to see you.”
Didi’s voice floated from the intercom at nine o’clock Monday morning, jolting Parker out of his Lynn-centered thoughts. His preoccupation with the woman made focusing on work out of the question. He had two questionnaires he was supposed to go over, but all he’d done so far was sit in his armchair and think about Lynn.
He had to force his brain into check as he reached for the phone, but Didi spoke again before he could answer. “She says she has an appointment, but I don’t see it on my calendar.”
Parker didn’t miss the accusatory note in his receptionist’s voice, as if the woman suspected him of inviting a girl to the office for some hanky-panky. Or hiring a hooker.
He flopped into his desk chair and moved the computer mouse in order to get rid of the screen saver. A second later, he studied the online calendar, and sure enough, their morning was wide open. They had several afternoon appointments with some new potential clients, but nothing scheduled before noon.
He pressed the intercom button. “What’s her name?” he asked.
“Susanna Jones.”
Lynn’s friend. Parker wrinkled his brow, then barked a quick order at Didi. “Send her in.”
Footsteps neared the office, and he rose from his chair just as the door swung open and Suz walked inside. Her green eyes glimmered with amusement as she closed the door behind her.
“Charming secretary you’ve got there,” she cracked. “I thought she was going to frisk me.”
He smiled wryly. “We don’t have a lot of female clients. Didi probably didn’t know what to make of you.” He rounded the desk and eyed her curiously. “So what brings you here?”
“What do you think?”
Licking her lips, the curvy blonde began unbuttoning her fitted blue gingham shirt.
Parker froze.
Oh shit.
Shit, shit, shit. What the hell was she doing? Had he given her the impression the night at the bar that he was interested in—?
Lynn’s friend suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh, relax, hon. I’m just messing with you. I’m here for the interview.” She quickly snapped the two buttons she’d undone back into place. “But good boy for not leering or being creepy—if you’d made a move, I would have had to tell Lynn, and trust me, she wouldn’t have liked it.” She frowned. “Though you didn’t have to look so horrified by the idea. So I guess I’m happy-insulted by your response.”
He felt as if he’d stepped onto a carousel, his mind was spinning so hard. “And I’m confused. What interview are you talking about?”
Suz’s forehead creased as she set her purse on the couch. “Dean didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what? I haven’t spoken to him since Friday.”
Now that he thought about it, he probably should have checked in with his partners this weekend, but he’d been too busy helping his folks. Parker and his dad had spent all of Saturday and most of Sunday making his sister’s bedroom livable again, a tough feat considering Patrick Wilson had decided to turn the room into a man-cave after Pepper had left for college.
With Pepper coming home soon, Parker’s dad was reluctantly forced to give up his foosball and classic Ms. Pac-Man, at least for a little while.
“And what, you don’t check your email either?”
He glanced at Suz with furrowed brows.
She rolled her eyes. “I emailed you Friday afternoon, and cc’d Dean and your other partner. Dean was the only one who got back to me.”
“Shit, I left the office early on Friday. The email must have come in after I’d gone.”
“Well, Dean and I went out for drinks last night. I told him what my editor’s looking for, and he said you guys would be interested.”
“You went out for drinks with Dean?”
“Yep.” She snickered when she saw his wary expression. “We didn’t wind up in bed, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Now she looked slightly bewildered. “Actually, I’m sort of surprised it didn’t happen. The two of us were swapping sex stories all night, and somehow never ended up writing our own. Weird, huh?”
Before Parker could answer, the intercom crackled on and Didi’s voice sounded again. “Parker, Dean’s on line one.”
“Give me a sec.” He gestured for Suz to sit, then went to answer the phone. “Hey,” he said after he’d picked up. “Guess you’re calling about this interview for the Bay City Press, huh? Apparently I never got the email.”