“Liar.”
“It was the second best mind-blowing sex of my life,” I say, throwing myself into my office chair and spinning around to face Rowan.
“Good God, woman, I want the details, all of them. That man is what dreams are made of.” He fans himself.
“Ro.” I chuckle and shake my head at him in mock disgust.
“I know, I know. It’s weird that I’m talking about your man that way, but seriously, Saige . . .” He gives me an expectant look.
“We’re taking things slow,” I say, sipping the piping hot coffee. “As slow as you can for sleeping with him on the first date, I guess.” I roll my eyes at myself. I’m still surprised that I did that, but I quickly dismiss it. Nothing I can do about it now.
“You’re taking the relationship part slow,” Rowan says. “I get that. No need to muddy the waters with crap no one needs.” He crosses his leg and bounces his foot.
“Actually, he’s the one pursuing something a little more serious than just a roll in the sheets,” I admit surprisingly.
“What?” he gasps. “He wants the real deal? Sweet baby Jesus, Saige, what are you hesitating for?”
“What’re you two talking about?” Isaiah asks, coming into the cube and taking a seat next to Rowan.
Rowan spares no seconds dishing. “Mr. Sex God is wanting to pursue a relationship with little Miss Saige here, and she’s giving him the brush off.”
Zay’s eyebrows shoot straight up. “Isn’t that what every girl wants? The successful millionaire to fall in love with her, and here you are settling for just sex?” Rowan tsks.
“I’m not settling,” I explain. “It’s just that this is what works for us right now.”
“You mean works for you,” Zay corrects me, rolling his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the cube wall.
I sigh to myself. “Yes. For now. That doesn’t mean things won’t progress into something more in the future.” I smile at the thought of Holt and me in a real relationship.
Zay shakes his head and sighs, frustrated. “I now know why you’re gay, Rowan, because women are fucking confusing as hell. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of them are marrying themselves off in their minds to a man they’ll never have, but then when one of those men wants an actual relationship, she’s fine with a quick lay. I’ll never understand you.” Zay drops his arms from across his chest.
I just smile at him. “I’m not meant to be figured out. I’m just enjoying the moment, not labeling anything . . . yet.” I lift an eyebrow at him and smile.
Zay scoffs and rolls his eyes at me.
Things are definitely tense, and I decide to change the subject. “But, you guys, I have good gossip.” Leaning in closer to the two, I whisper, “Sergio Perez called Holt, and he wants me to accompany him to some party.” My heart races at the thought of being alone with Sergio Perez.
“Whoa!” Rowan holds up a hand. “Don’t do it, Saige. That man is scary shit.”
I shrug. “He is,” I admit. “But he’s threatened to pull his business from Jackson-Hamilton if I don’t do it. Like fifty-two million dollars worth of business.”
Rowan’s face twists in concern. “I know how much that man is spending here,” he says bitterly. “I see the invoices. But I will also say that it’s dirty money, and Holt knows better than anyone that losing Sergio Perez is hardly going to break the Jackson-Hamilton bank.”
He’s not wrong. Still, I can’t imagine losing this account. “I know, but I don’t want to be responsible for Jackson-Hamilton losing a client—regardless of where his money is coming from.” I know Holt said it’s not about the money, but I’d never forgive myself if losing this account was because of me.
Isaiah shakes his head. “Saige, I’m with Rowan. Don’t do it. It’s not worth risking your career for some d-bag.”
“I’m not worried about my career,” I explain. “I’m worried about losing Mr. Perez as a client.”
“What does Holt think?” Rowan asks.
I look between Isaiah and Rowan before I answer. “He doesn’t want me to do it either.”
“Then there’s your answer,” Zay says, mollified.
I sigh loudly in frustration at all the men in my life. “You know I’m capable of making a decision for myself, don’t you?” I swing my chair around and open my email, shooing them off. “Now go away. I have work to do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rowan says as he leaves, taking Isaiah with him.