Free The Available Wife by Carla Pennington Page B

caused me any trouble, so I knew that she would have my back.
    I opened the brown, paper bag and soaked in the aroma of the sesame chicken and shrimp. I was famished, and couldn’t open the bag fast enough. When that task was finally done, I ripped open the soy sauce and poured it all over the food then dove into it. While eating and staring around my pewter glazed office, Kingston’s actions crept back into my mind. I wondered if it bothered him that I hadn’t freaked out as any other normal woman would’ve done after practically witnessing a murder. What if our little secret would bring us even closer together? I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I didn’t hear or see Germaine walk inside the office moments later.
    “We need to talk,” he spoke sternly after sitting down in front of me.
    “Couldn’t this wait until I got home? I’m trying to have lunch,” I pouted.
    “If it could’ve, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
    I pushed my food away and leaned back in my high-back, leather executive chair. I then folded my arms across my chest and waited for what he had to say. Before he could begin, Meagan reentered my office. Germaine flinched a little when he heard her voice, but I didn’t think anything of it.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she spoke from the door. “FedEx just delivered another package and they need to check your ID,” she addressed me.
    “Check my ID?” I questioned. “I’ve never heard of shit like that before.”
    Meagan shrugged her shoulders. “He said the sender requested it.”
    I opened my desk drawer and retrieved my ID from my purse then stood up and walked to the lobby with Meagan by my side.
    “What do you think it is?” she asked curiously.
    “I don’t know, but it better be something good to cause all of this hoopla.”
    “Seems like the FedEx guy came at a perfect time.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I could feel the tension in your office between you and Germaine.”
    “Meagan, leave it alone,” I said before stopping in front of the cute, tanned, delivery man who gave me the most electrifying smile.
    “Are you Niquole Wright?” he asked.
    I presented my ID to him. After signing my name on their little electronic device, he handed me a huge, purple and black striped box. I thought it was going to be heavy because of its size but, it wasn’t. It couldn’t have weighed more than two pounds.
    “He was cute,” Meagan spoke after the delivery guy walked away.
    “He hasn’t left yet. Go talk to him,” I giggled as I watched her get all googly-eyed over the guy.
    “He doesn’t make enough money for me,” she joked.
    We both laughed.
    “I wonder what in the hell could be in here?” I questioned before slightly shaking the box.
    “Did you order something and forgot about it?” she asked.
    “Possibly, but there’s only one way to find out.”
    When we walked back to my office, Germaine was still sitting with an uneasy look on his face.
    “What’s in the box?” he asked.
    “Your guess is as good as mine,” I replied.
    “I’ll bet it’s something else that you don’t need, don’t use or have any room for,” he replied in a slightly nasty tone.
    I rolled my eyes at him and placed the box on my desk accidentally knocking down my favorite photo of Johnathan and Nathan asleep. They were both passed out on their backs in the same snow angel position. Curiously, I lifted the top off the box and retrieved the card that was lying on top of some white tissue paper. I slapped Meagan’s hand away when I saw her trying to lift and peak underneath. I pulled the card from the envelope and held back my ecstatic emotion when I read it.
    This should help take your mind off of things.
I want this on your body tonight at the party.
Love,
Kingston.
    I eased the card back into the envelope and slid it in the front pocket of my Nicole Miller slacks. I tried to hold back my excitement as I dove through the tissue paper. When I finally saw what was inside, I