Damn. That she did. For a few minutes, while she was sucking my cock, I thought about getting my own tongue pierced just so she could feel that cold metal ball on her clit. My staff would surely think I’d lost my mind entirely if I walked into a Monday morning staff meeting tripping over my words with a swollen, bedazzled tongue. It was bad enough this morning I was smiling in the middle of the meeting when my mind wandered.
When I didn’t respond right away, Soraya knew what I was doing.
Soraya: You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?
Graham: I am. And it makes me want to leave the airport and blow off my morning meeting. Blow off for a blow job?
Soraya: Perv. So…did I write any part of the response to poor Gretchen today?
Graham: Not one damn word.
Soraya: Very good. What about yesterday? The woman who was stealing from her elderly uncle’s change jars?
Graham: Prisons are filled with people who started with petty theft.
Soraya: OMG! How did you know? That was literally the only sentence she kept from my response.
Graham: I know you.
Soraya: That’s a little bit scary!
Tell me about it. I’m scared fucking shitless these days.
My flight had just begun boarding when my phone buzzed in my hand. At first, I thought it was another text from Soraya. My smile dropped seeing Genevieve’s name flash on the screen. I considered not answering it, but then I realized it could be about Chloe.
“Genevieve.”
“Graham. How are you?”
“Busy. Is everything okay with Chloe?”
“She’s fine.”
“What do you want then?”
She sighed loudly into the phone. “You’re going to have to learn to speak civilly to me. I don’t want our daughter exposed to the way you bark at me.”
“Our daughter? You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you? The test doesn’t come back until Wednesday morning.”
“It’s just a formality for me. I know in my heart she’s yours.”
“How fucking nice for you. Perhaps you could have shared that little bit of information a little earlier. I don’t know…say…four years ago?”
“Stop yelling at me.”
“Stop calling me.”
Another sigh of frustration. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear this woman had balls. Giant ones, bigger than her head.
“Listen. I’m boarding a plane. I need to hang up.”
“Where are you going?”
“That’s none of your damn business. I’m hanging up, Genevieve.”
“Wait. I called for a reason. I want to be there when you get the results on Wednesday morning.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“It’s the opposite of yes. Perhaps you should have tried saying it four years ago when my best friend told you to spread your legs.”
“Graham…”
“No. We’re not a happy family waiting on the stick to show a plus sign. I’m waiting to find out if you’ve robbed me of four years of my daughter’s life. Either way, it won’t be a Hallmark moment, and you won’t be sharing it with me.”
“I’m coming to your office on Wednesday.”
“I’m warning you not to.”
There had been muffled sounds of traffic in the background, and they suddenly quieted. “Genevieve?”
The bitch had hung up on me.
CHAPTER 19
SORAYA
GRAHAM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING the results of the DNA test today. Even though he hadn’t specifically asked me to be there, I wanted to surprise him. He said the results were due in sometime before noon, so I took the entire morning off from work.
In another show of solidarity, it was time get rid of the red. I’d dyed the ends of my hair blue which Graham knew was a sign that things were going well in my life. Whether I truly believed that or not, I knew that gesture would put him at ease about us.
Stopping at Anil’s, I picked up two buttered bagels and two juices on my way to Morgan Financial Holdings.
Making my way through the glass doors, I no longer even bothered to check in with the receptionist. Instead, I just zipped past her and sashayed my way down to my boyfriend’s office like I owned the place.
I could hear her scurrying behind me. “Ms. Venedetta?”
I flipped around. “It’s fine. I thought Graham and I explained that we’re involved. You don’t need to announce me anymore.”
“That’s not why I stopped you,” the receptionist said.