#Chapter 62: It’s Just Business

Renee’s POV “Did you ever call back that client?” Eric asks from the bathroom while brushing his teeth. “Which one?” I reply as I shimmy into a pair of jeans that I refuse to admit are a tad too tight. “Miller Inc,” Eric says and then I hear him spit in the sink and turn on the facet. Crap. “I will tonight,” I say more-so to myself as a reminder. Eric steps out of the bathroom, freshly shaven and dressed for work in cleanly pressed clothing. His appearance makes my heart skip a beat, but I play it off like it’s nothing. “That’s a big client,” Eric starts and I shoot him a loon. He holds his palms up in defense. “Okay, okay” He digresses. I reach for the claw clip and tie my hair up into a loose bun. Ever since Eric gave me his list of clients, over a hundred of them, I haven’t been needing to venture in to the city and pitching myself. Part of me thinks him changing his business and giving me all his clients was all part of some grand plan to keep me home more,