Chapter 23: Katie
Come Sunday night, Conner and I had to leave our cozy love nest in the Hamptons and return to the real world. He dropped me off at my apartment just before midnight. He walked me to the door, kissed me like a gentleman, gave my ass a squeeze for good measure, and went on his way. I stood on the sidewalk waving goodbye like a lovesick girl. I even heard myself sigh as I watched him drive away.
I ignored the judging stare of the doorman as I skipped across the lobby and got onto the elevator. This was no walk of shame. To the contrary, I was proud of myself. Little Katie O’Hara had finally come out of her shell. And holy moly, did she have a good time!
Within ten minutes of walking into my apartment, I had stripped off my clothes and collapsed on the bed, totally content and exhausted. I slept like a rock, even with dirty dreams of Conner McGee dancing in my head.
I dragged myself out of bed around seven and took a long, hot shower to help wake myself up. I dressed quickly and put on enough makeup to cover the dark circles beneath my eyes. I made it into the office on time to find Monique sitting in the chair across from my desk with a large cup of black coffee waiting for me on the desk.
“Well, good morning, Miss O’Hara,” she said with a sly grin on her face. “How was your working weekend?” She made air quotes around the word “working”.
I smiled at her as I took off my coat and hung it on a hook behind the door, then walked around the desk and pulled out my chair. Naturally, I had filled her in on meeting Conner McGee the week before, and discovering that he was Brad the banker, my one-night stand. I was shocked to discover that she already knew who he was, but never bothered to mention it. She had spent the night with his old college pal on New Year’s Eve. After screwing his brains out, he spilled all.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me who he was,” I said as I slid into my chair and pulled the cup of coffee in front of me. It was steaming hot. I held it between my hands and lowered my nose over the cup. I took a deep breath. Steam settled under my eyes as I took a careful sip.
“I didn’t expect you to ever see him again,” Monique said. “I didn’t see the need to tell you that you had spent the night with one of New York City’s biggest pussy hounds.”
“In other words, you didn’t want to let me down because I was just another notch on his very long belt.”
“Something like that.”
“Are you saying that I couldn’t get Conner McGee’s attention on my own?” I grinned at her from over the cup. “Because I can assure you, my dear Monique, that is not the case.”
“I’m sure it’s not now.” She took a sip of her coffee and dabbed her lips with one finger. “So, how was it?”
“How as in what?”
“Your weekend with the pussy hound?”
“It was a working weekend,” I said. “And he was a perfect gentleman.”
“Oh, I’m sure he was.”
“He was. Seriously.” I set the cup aside and tapped the space bar to wake up my computer. I had not had a chance to check my email this morning. I had no texts from Conner, but he had told me Monday morning was always super busy for him, but he’d text as soon as he was free. I picked up the cup and waited for the screen to come up.
“Oh, I’m sure you worked all weekend,” Monique said. “Come on, don’t leave a girl hanging. How was it? Is he as good in bed as he looks like he’d be?”
“Well, after we hammered out the fine points of the contract, we spent the weekend hammering each other.” I heard myself giggle and put a hand over my mouth. I leaned into the desk and lowered my voice. “Oh… my… god… Mo, I am such a slut!”
Monique cackled so loudly that I was afraid the whole office would hear. I got up to close my door. “Shhh… not so loud. I’d prefer to keep my smuttiness to myself.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, waving a hand in front of her face. “I just never thought I’d hear you say something like that. You’re usually such a tight-assed, little Irish girl.”
“Hey, I’m not tight-assed,” I said. “As a matter of fact, my ass is pretty loose. Hang on, that didn’t sound right. Oh hell, you know what I mean.”
“Give me a break. After that one-night stand on New Year’s Eve you felt so guilty you went to confession every morning for a week.” Monique narrowed her eyes at me. “You are the least slutty girl I know. Trust me. I now. I’m an expert on the topic.”
“Whatever.” My computer dinged. I turned toward the screen and smiled. I had an email from Mr. Conner McGee. The subject was: Benson Digital. I tapped the mouse to open the email. I bit my lip as I read his words.
“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Monique said. “What does it say?”
I made a show of clearing my throat, then read the email out loud.
“Dear Miss O’Hara… Thank you for a VERY productive weekend. I think all parties will be very satisfied by the outcome. I know I certainly am… Yours truly, Conner McGee.”
“Whooo-eee,” she said gleefully. She clapped her hands like a little kid about to get ice cream. “Girl, you are either one hell of a lawyer or one hell of a great lay.”
I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “Actually, I’m both.”