Chapter Six
It was the second week back after the convention. They had had just one evening together, and that had been a disaster when Jen’s sister, Susan, called and rushed in from Miami telling a sorrowful tale of romantic woe. Their evening was over before they could screw, and they had been left to their workplace tête-à-tête, which, for a thousand reasons, never got off the ground except for one very quick screw in the storeroom they vowed never to succumb to.
Seeing his memo on her desk that Monday morning, Jennifer Paris was more than happy to knock on RJ’s door at half past eight.
“Come in,” he heard him clearly.
She smiled broadly. “Susan’s gone,” she said with a naughty smirk.
“Good,” he nodded.
It was hardly the enthusiasm she’d hoped for. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t real
