“You’ll call me, you need anything?”
I nodded and he smiled. It was nearly as good as Tor’s.
“Give your man a kiss, yeah?”
Oh boy.
I nodded. Bit my lip, went up on my toes and gave him a kiss. His mouth opened over mine and he gave me a deeper, wetter one. I managed to return it which meant it unfortunately got deeper, wetter and hotter leaving me thinking it wasn’t weird, it was just different. In my opinion not as good as Tor’s but also not bad by a long shot.
His lips left mine and when I opened my eyes, I saw him quickly shutter the surprise in his.
Weird. What was that?
Then, after searching my face for a second, he kissed my forehead.
Wow. That was sweet too.
Then he looked me in the eyes. “I’ll call you later, babe.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “Later, um… love.”
He grinned at me, gave me a squeeze, let me go and walked out the door.
I collapsed on my sofa.
After I recuperated from Noc’s visit (while staring at the TV cabinet like it would explode at any minute and take me with it in its ball of flame), I made myself a fried bologna sandwich with three pieces of bologna and a melted square of American cheese on top. I toasted the bread and smothered it with mustard. Then I made myself another one. Then I ate a quarter bag of Cheetos. Then I popped a Diet Coke.
After sucking some back and stopping myself from hyperventilating, I called work.
“The Arthur Broderick Agency, this is Esther, can I help you?”
Oh crap.
Some chick named Esther answered my extension.
“Um, Esther, is Mr. Arthur there?” I asked.
“Can I tell him who’s calling?”
“Cora Goode,” I answered.
“One moment,” she replied, I waited, listened to bad music and then, faster than I expected, Dave Arthur, my boss, was on the phone.
“Cora?”
“Dave, hello, I –”
“Cora, thank God. Everyone’s been worried sick about you!”
Thank God? Worried sick?
“Um…”
“You were no call, no show. You’re never no call, no show. Hell, you’re never no show! Phoebe went to your apartment, said it looked like a disaster hit it and your car was gone.”
Phoebe, my best friend in and out of the office (therefore she had a key to my apartment) came to my place?
And my car was gone?