She checked the time, biting her lip. “Another ten or fifteen minutes. I don’t know, this is our first date. He might not even remember.” Jesse hadn’t thought about Ryan forgetting about her. Crap, what if he didn’t show up and she’d worn her best heels as well. Glancing down at the red stiletto heel shoes, Jesse fought a rush of tears. Walking home in these shoes would be an absolute nightmare.
“Honey, any man who forgets you is not worth the time worrying about him in my book. I can’t stay to meet him. I’ve got to get on. Hubby wants me to be there for a footy game. The man will not settle down. Have a wonderful weekend.” Denise waved her goodbyes. Watching the other woman go, Jesse took her seat again and finished off her work. The woman who’d booked in over an hour ago left without a look in her direction.
Jesse was used to some of the clients looking down their noses at her. She got through work ignoring them.
Earlier in the day one of the clients tried to hit on her but David, one of the lawyers came to her rescue. Most of the time David tried to hit on her and she turned down his constant offers of dates. When the man who had hit on her earlier left the building, Jesse tensed as she saw David making his way toward her. They were probably the only two in the building. Her bags were resting beside her ready to head out.
No sign of Ryan made her feel nervous. What if he stood her up? She couldn’t handle the rejection.
“Hey, gorgeous, can I offer you dinner and a night out on the town?”
She shook her head. Jesse disliked David’s flirting, yet she never wanted to seem bitchy to him as he was her boss. “I appreciate the offer, David. I’m meeting someone today.”
He ushered her out of the building, closing and locking up the front. The company was large and a security team would be taking over for the remainder of the weekend. When he grabbed her arm, she tried her hardest not to flinch away from his touch.
Why? Why could she stand for Ryan to touch her but not David? None of her feelings made sense. Thinking back to the previous night she thought about Ryan’s touch. He’d not tried to hurt her or dominate her yet his voice showed her without him even touching her, he expected to be obeyed.
She looked up and down the street, wishing Ryan would magically appear.
“Your friend appears to be late. We could have some dinner and I promise you a good time.”
Smiling, she did her best to think of a reason not to go with him. David was kind even if a bit scary. He took no for an answer but wouldn’t stop.
“Erm, I appreciate the—”
“Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late.” Ryan spoke up, coming to her side. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her away from David’s touch. The moment he held her, Jesse forgot all about the uncomfortable feeling the other man inspired. Sinking against his body, she inhaled his masculine scent. He wore a pair of jeans with a white shirt with the buttons open at the top.
His scent made her melt. Crossing her thighs, she gritted her teeth to stop her moan but she was unsuccessful as a slight sound escaped.
“I guess I know the answer to my question,” David said. The sound of his voice pulled her out of her haze. Crap, what had she done?
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Ryan stared at the man opposite him. He knew David as the guy frequented the club regularly. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to back down. He loved the sound of Jesse’s little moan, which clearly showed the other man who she belonged to.
“I guess I know the answer to my question,” he said.#p#分页标题#e#
“I’m sorry, David, I did try to tell you.” Jesse’s voice sounded on the verge of orgasm. Smiling, Ryan shook his hand.
“It’s nice to meet one of her colleagues. Thank you for standing with her. Traffic was hell but I don’t intend to be late next time.” He saw his message was received by the other man.
“I’ll see you on Monday, Jesse. Try not to kill yourself in those heels.” David nodded at both of them before turning and heading in the opposite direction.
He checked out the heels she wore, whistling at the killer shoes.
“I, erm, I wanted to look nice for our date.”
“They’re going to hurt for what I’ve got planned. Come on, I’m parked illegally and I don’t want to get a parking ticket.” Holding onto her firmly with an arm around her back, Ryan led the way to his car. He helped her inside before going around to the driver’s side.
The picnic rested in the trunk of the car, waiting to be devoured.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” she whispered.
“What?” he asked.