In some ways it astonished—and sometimes ashamed—her that he could inspire such longing in her, that he could make her feel this way. Most of the time she simply reveled in it. Instead of firing her for her deception, he had not only allowed her to keep her job, but had given her a punishment that turned out to be nothing but a pleasure.
More than that, though, Greyson seemed to actually care for her as a person. Certainly he was not always gentle—the sex was sometimes rougher than anything she’d had before. But there was a tender look in his eyes mixed with the lust, and as time passed he treated her with more and more respect. Sometimes she actually forgot about the conditions he had set for her, the reason she was having sex with him. It felt like they were just lovers.
It was Friday now, and Greyson had left the office early. She sat at her desk, most of the work done for the day, feeling a little forlorn that he was gone. It meant that she wouldn’t see him again until Monday.
A ping signaled to her that a new email had just been delivered to her inbox. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up and saw that it was from Greyson. Quickly, she clicked on it.
Eva, I’ve decided I can’t wait through the weekend to see you again. I will be picking you up from your apartment at seven o’clock for dinner. There will be a box waiting for you—be sure to open it. Be ready.
Her heart thundering with anticipation, Eva looked at the clock. It was a quarter to five now—nearly time to go home. Greyson always let everyone close down an hour early on Fridays. Quickly she ran through her end of the day routine, packing things up and making sure everything was locked, shut down and secured.
She looked at the clock to see she still had five minutes, and shrugged. No one was going to miss her. Snatching up her purse, she practically ran for the elevator.
When she arrived home, the box was waiting for her on the kitchen counter. She didn’t know how he’d gotten into her apartment, and nor did she care. Hastily, she ripped off the golden wrapping paper and tossed it aside along with the box lid.
With a gasp, she lifted a halter dress of sapphire colored satin from the box. The material was soft and rich against her fingers, and she had no doubt that, as familiar as Greyson was with her body, it would fit perfectly. Beneath it lay a three-piece jewelry set—earring, a necklace, and a bracelet—all sapphires and gold. She had no doubt they were real, and must have cost a fortune. She lifted the bracelet gingerly from the box and ran her fingers over the stones. No one had ever bought her anything so costly, or beautiful.
Glancing at the clock, she hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower. She rubbed lavender oil into every inch of her body so that her skin would glow and smell glorious for him. After blow drying and styling her hair into an up do, she slipped into the dress. The soft material rested directly against her skin—it was backless so she couldn’t wear a bra, and she had taken to not wearing panties anymore around him; he’d already destroyed three pairs.
Knowing she didn’t have much time to spare, she did her makeup and grabbed a black clutch purse from the closet. She was just slipping stilettos onto her feet when the doorbell rang.
Greyson stood outside her doorstep with a bouquet of blood-red roses in his arms. He was dressed in a suit, as was custom for him. She took the flowers with a murmured word of thanks.
“I’ve been thinking about you in that dress all afternoon,” he told her after she’d put the roses in water and locked the door behind her.
“It’s gorgeous.” She touched the dangling sapphires at her ear. “Everything’s gorgeous. Thank you so much.”
He simply smiled. “They pale in comparison to the woman wearing them.”
A stretch limo waited on the street for them. Eva admired the leather interior as she settled onto one of the seats. Greyson pulled her into his lap and kissed her breathless.
“You’re going to ruin my make up,” she managed when he finally moved his mouth down her neckline, searing her skin with hot kisses.
“It won’t matter where we’re going.”
The dress he’d given her had high slits on both sides, so he was easily able to slip his fingers beneath the material to touch her. She moaned, arching her back, as he sank his fingers deep into her. His teeth closed around one of her nipples, sucking it through the fabric of her dress.
He brought her to a shuddering climax, and then he was in her, filling her, taking her. Straddled on top of him, her fingers gripping the top of the seat, she could look out the window and watch the city flashing by as he moved inside her. Glowing billboards and bright lights blurred as he slammed her against him, over and over, with single-minded intensity. He dragged her head down for another kiss, and she sensed a kind of desperation, as though this were the last time they would be together.