A Week in New York(18)

Shivers rippled across my body and my nipples tightened under the sheer fabric. I wanted him inside me, too.

I chose three sets. One had a bra and bustier, so maybe that might count as four. Oh, and then there was the corselette and the teddy. Shit. I wasn’t going to let him pay and I wasn’t sure my credit card could handle it, but it would be worth it to see his face when I wore them. Would I get to wear them all by the end of the week?





Ethan

The meeting I was in was a total waste of time. Clients moaned about lawyers’ fees but loved wasting our time. I considered announcing that I would double our rates if this meeting went for more than another 30 minutes. I wanted to get out of here. It was coming up to 5 p.m. and I had much better things to be doing with my time than listening to this old guy complain that he was going to make $5 million less than he was expecting on the deal we were all killing ourselves to make happen. I headed to the counter with the coffee and poured myself a cup. I glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby and found Anna’s text. She looked incredible. Her eyes were naughty, but her pose a little coy. She managed to do sexy and sweet at the same time. How was that even possible? I couldn’t wait to see her in that underwear and then peel it off her.

Finally our meeting wrapped up and I headed back to my office.

“I have 19 messages from Mr. Dillon and then about 200 from BoNY,” Susie said as I walked past her into my office.

“Fuck, what does Dillon want?”

“Something about an article in the FT. I had a look but couldn’t find anything.”

“Shit. I’ll call him from the car.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving for the day. Unless there’s a fucking apocalypse, I’m not answering my phone.”

“Is everything ok?” Susie asked. She looked concerned, like I was unwell or something.

“Fine. I’m just taking the night off.”

“Is your sister ok?”

Susie had worked for me for nearly ten years. And over the course of that decade, the only time I dropped things at work was for my sister. And then there was tonight, with Anna.

“Yeah, she’s fine. I just have a friend in town who I really want to catch up with. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I headed out the door and down the elevators to flag a cab. No need for my driver tonight. We weren’t going out. I could feel the blood in my veins and I could hear my heartbeat. Just the thought of her on her way to meet me had my body reacting. I checked my watch. I wanted to make sure I arrived before she did. I had a promise to keep.

***

I’d left a key at reception for her so she didn’t have to knock.

I still had my watch on and it was telling me it was 6:10. Where was she? I heard a rustling in the lock and grinned and shifted on my seat. Was she going to think I was a total dick? I was sitting at the dining room table, naked apart from my tie, my legs on the chair beside me, one knee bent.

She saw me as soon as she walked into the room and just stood still. The sight of her almost made me forget my line.

“How was your day, dear?” I asked, looking at her and adjusting my tie.

She looked beautiful in some kind of long t-shirt that was too short for other men to see her in. She didn’t take her eyes off me. Shit, was she going to respond? Her face broke out into a wide grin.

“I like your tie.” She walked toward me, dropping her bag on the floor.

“I wore it for you,” I said as she sat on my lap.

“You are my favorite person in the whole world right now. For this week.”

I swallowed. Fuck. I felt winded and full of … something—light, warmth. I wasn’t sure. I grabbed her ass and brought her closer to me and she buried her face in my neck.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world right now too.”

“How do you know Pretty Woman so well?” she asked, pulling away from my neck so she could look at me.

“I have an older sister. I know every fucking line from that movie.”

“Sounds like I’d like your sister.” She blushed and put her head back in my neck. I stroked her back.

“Yes, I think you would. She’d like you, too. She lives in London, actually.”

“She does? Have you visited?”

“Yes, last year when their daughter was born.”

“Oh,” she said quietly. I wanted to see inside her head, see the question she didn’t ask me. She could ask me anything. I wanted her to ask me everything.

“I have a present for you.” Her mood shifted from quiet to excited and I found myself grinning at her as she leapt off my lap. She turned so her back was facing me and reached for the hem of her t-shirt and stripped it off in one swift movement.