Trusting Jay: (A Chicago Suits Romance) (Loving Jay Book 1) Read Free Page B

and early.”
    “What’s it an interview for?”
    “IT stuff.  Nothing exciting.”
    “Good luck today.  I’m sorry, I really have to get to work.”  I really, really don’t want to go to work.
    “I hate to lose your company while I wait.  Are you doing anything Friday?”
    “No, nothing at all.”
    “How about dinner?  My treat?”  He just asked me out.  I had to pinch myself under the table to make sure I wasn’t lying in my bed masturbating.
    “I’d love to, what time and where?”
    “Meet me at Dish at eight on Friday.”  Wow, he must not have been out of work long if he’s going to spring for Dish.
    “Sounds perfect.”  I stood, my face beaming with excitement. He stood beside me, so close it caused butterflies to flutter around in my chest. He smelt incredible, of crisp white sheets that made me want to bury my face in him and drink in his scent all day long.
    “We should exchange phone numbers, in case anything comes up.”
    “Good idea.”  My thumbs flew over my phone to open my create new contact screen, and I’d typed in Jay Mickle, waiting for him to tell me his number.
    “Just a second, I never remember my number and it always takes me a minute to figure out how to see my number.”
    Is this guy serious?  Who doesn’t know how to see their number?  And what kind of IT guy doesn’t know how to look under ‘me’ in the contacts?  Oh well, he’s hot and fun to talk to and that’s all that matters.
    “Why don’t I tell you mine and you can text me, then I’ll have yours.”
    “Good idea.”
    My phone beeped with his text, and I added him to my contacts.  “Great, it’s been lovely meeting you Jay, I’ll see you Friday.”
    “I look forward to it,” he said, his smile so broad and genuine my insides melted.
    He held the door open for me.  We went to go our separate ways and after a few steps I turned to him and called, “Good luck in your job interview.”
    His brow furrowed for a second before he said, “Thanks.”

5
    I hurried to my desk , praying Sam had come up with a good cover story for me.  Maybe I could say I was at a meeting, bigging up the merits of his Weeksend reports to the powers that be.  Ha.  Fat fucking chance.
    “How did it go?”  Sam pounced on me before I’d even had the chance to sit down.
    “Really good.”
    “I can tell, judging by the smile on your face.  Are you seeing him again?”
    “Friday.  At Dish!”
    “Dish?  I hope he’s paying.”
    “He said it was his treat.  So I’ll be having an amazing meal before I get a little nookie.”
    “What’s he like?”
    “So much fun to talk to,” I said remembering his old movies comments.  “But really, really confident.  Except when it came to his name, he seemed to forget that.”
    “Why, what’s his name?”
    “Jay Mickle.”
    “That’s weird, don’t you think?”
    I shrugged.  “I don’t care what his name is, as long as he gives me something to call out in the throes of passion.”  Sam burst out laughing.
    “Abbie, how good of you to come to work this week.”  Calvin’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
    “Calvin, I just got out of a meeting.  How was your weekend?”
    “What meeting?” he pressed.
    “With Jay Mickle.”
    “Who’s that?”
    “You must have heard of him, he does all that stuff on the most effective way to present data in reports.  I learned a lot from him in such a short time, it was a really beneficial use of my time that I think will help our little department.”
    Calvin gave me a puzzled look, I hoped he believed me.  No, I don’t care if he believed me, I wanted him to stop talking to me about my tardiness.  I bite the insides of me cheek to stop myself from laughing.  Judging by Sam’s face, she was doing the same thing.  Calvin nodded and walked into his office.
    Sam and I sat down, laughing at Calvin’s reaction to my story.
    “You’re too funny,” she said.
    “He’s just a slow witted idiot,” I said,