A Week in New York(9)

“Join us,” Leah said. I caught Anna shoot her a warning look.

“I’m sure Ethan has better things to do than join us for lunch,” Anna clipped.

“I don’t, actually.” I gestured at Andrew to come over. “We’re joining this table,” I said to a passing waiter. I moved to Anna’s side of the booth and she scurried along the bench. I rested a hand on her thigh and she stopped moving away from me. She might not want me here. She might have wanted me to disappear after last night, but now I was here and I could change her mind.

Andrew came over, clearly a little confused. I hope he played along and didn’t say anything that made me want to punch him. Unlikely.

“So, do you two work together?” Leah asked.

Anna’s leg began bobbing up and down. She was nervous. Cute.

I moved my hand, stroking her and pushing her skirt slightly farther up her thighs. She tensed and I grinned as she gave me an imploring look.

Andrew was chatting away to Leah, telling her about his job.

“You’d left when I came back from my run,” I said so only she could hear. “I was hoping to give you a morning workout.”

She blushed again but didn’t reply.

“I’d like to see you again.” The words came out before I realized what I was saying. Why else was I here? I wanted a bit more of her. Just another night and I’d quench this thirst I had for her.

“Ethan.”

“Dinner tonight?” I asked, ignoring the warning in her voice.

“That wasn’t the deal.”

“I don’t remember making a deal,” I said as my fingers dipped under the hem of her skirt.

“I have rules,” she whispered.

“Give me your phone.”

Her hand covered the phone on the table and my hand moved up her thigh.

“Ethan,” she whispered.

I grazed the seam of her underwear. “Give me your phone and I’ll stop.”

She looked me directly in the eye and dropped the phone into her purse.

Fuck. She wanted this. I slid my fingers under her underwear and found her beautifully wet for me. My heart raced as I dragged my fingers along her sex. She moved forward and put her elbows on the table, joining the conversation between Andrew and Leah. My fingers found her clit and I started circling. She agreed with Leah on something she was saying about their morning. I couldn’t hear. I wasn’t listening. She was a great actress. It was like she wasn’t fazed by the fact I had my fingers all over her. I found myself watching the three of them as if I weren’t there. All I could concentrate on was the sweet pussy coating my fingers, like honey dripping from her. I could feel myself hardening. Could I maneuver us to the restrooms? I wanted to be inside her.

The waiters appeared with our food. Without looking at me, Anna reached into her bag and handed me her phone. I wasn’t sure if I was pleased or disappointed. I withdrew my hand from her underwear and wiped my fingers on my napkin.

I typed my number into her phone and then pressed Call. I felt the familiar vibration against my chest. I saved my number on her phone and tried to think about something—anything—that would stand my dick down. Andrew was talking about proposing to Mandy. That would do it. Thanks, dude.

“So you’re living the fairytale?” Leah asked.

“No,” Anna said. “You’re living the fairytale. Daniel was the last handsome Prince out there. The rest of them…” she shook her head as she trailed off. Someone had clearly done a number on her. Idiot.

“So what are you up to this afternoon?” I asked. I didn’t like to see that sadness in her.

“Well, Anna needs to rest. She didn’t get much sleep last night.” Leah winked at me and Anna rolled her eyes. I laughed. She’d rolled her eyes at me last night. I didn’t often have that effect on women.

“We’re just going to go back to the apartment and lay like broccoli, be still like vegetables, and watch movies,” Anna said.

“Well, I have a lot of construction to do so we better make a move.”

“Construction?” Andrew asked.

“Come on. Let’s leave these ladies to their afternoon of Pretty Woman. Nice to see you again, Leah.” I turned to Anna. “And you.” I cupped her jaw. “I’ll call you about dinner.” And I kissed her square on the lips, for just a second longer than was appropriate.

“Dude,” Andrew said to me as we walked out the restaurant.

“Don’t say a fucking word,” I warned.





Anna

“He likes you, Anna,” Leah said. “Anna?”

“I heard you. I don’t want to talk about it. There’s nothing to say.”