My intention was to wait until the closing and ask her if she wanted to go to dinner, but I don't make it that long. I went home after Elsie left my office and stared at the walls, listened to the silence, and thought about how much I had enjoyed my night with Claire in the elevator, how much I wanted to repeat it-not just the s*x, but the company. The lure of her mint green eyes, her infectious laugh, the glow of her skin, Jesus, I'm in way over my head.
She had mentioned that night she worked late hours for her father; I hope tonight is one of those nights, because I would much rather show up at her office than on her doorstep, like some stray dog.
When I pull up in front of Weston Wealth Management, I see an entire floor of lights still on and pray it's her. I push the button on the i
