Chapter 12
Irina
The front door dinged. It was for the delivery. Giving out 20-dollar tips to the men, I locked the door and headed to the dining area of the suite. Eyeing Alonzo's office, a voice in my head convinced me to knock him up.
I was taken aback by his obvious cold semblance upon meeting my eye, and the word vanished in my throat. I looked stupid holding the door, gazing hopefully at him.
“What's it?”
“Pizza and chicken wing is here. I'm hungry. Let's eat? I prepared ice and root beer.”
“Should I just bring it here? We can eat there?” I asked, gandering in the living room-like set-up on the west side of his office, the same space where the two of us had s*x last night.
Alonzo staved off his eyes from me to the paper and chart in his hand. “This is an office, Irina. Do yo
