She's dragging her foot up my leg and has it nestled in between the crevice of my thighs. I look over and she has a devilish smile on her face. She then reaches under the table and grabs my cock ... not a soft grab, but like she means it. It's now hard as a fucking steel pipe and twitching in my pants.
I no longer care about her global holdings questions because I'm too focused on the throbbing in my pants. So, I decide to drop the subject.
"How can one woman be so sexy?" I ask.
She just smiles and squeezes a little harder. "How can one man be so delicious?"
If she keeps this up, we may never make it to Balthazar. I'm tempted to bend her over this dining room table and take her as my main course.
"So, what do you say? Would you like to spend the weekend with me?" I ask.
"Let's see … considering that I already expected to, I'd say so," she says as her fingers wrap themselves tighter around my cock.
I smile.
This is going to be a better morning than I expected.
174
Alicia
Okay, so I know that there are like a million evil lil' calories in this lamb gyro from the corner food truck, but you know what? I really don't have any desire to be healthy when I smell the food being handed to us.
But I mean Ashley is thinking the same thing as me I think. Because she looks at me as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's Building and she says to me with a pretty authoritative voice, "You know, babe, we're going to have to stop eating like ten thousand calories for lunch."
Oh. My. God. As if she's not the one who Facebook'd me earlier this morning and asked me what I was doing for lunch. Sure, I may have suggested the food truck, but only because that's our go to spot. Where we used to sit and eat greasy meat. And stare at the meat walking by on Park Avenue we wanted to...you know, get greasy with.
Okay, okay, yes, I've been saving that one for a while now. I honestly thought it would be more fun when I said it than it was, so if you're rolling your eyes, I didn't deliver it right, okay?
Besides, with everything going on with Derek and Nadia and Carter Jeffries and the money trail, I'm not sure I want to get greasy with anyone till I figure this out.
"Oh my God, are you sex daydreaming on me now?" Ashley asks out of the blue, her mouth chewing lamb gyro.
Now I really roll my eyes and look at her. "Is that all you're focused on, Ashley?" I ask her. "Just how much sex I'm having?"
It takes a moment for Ashley to swallow before she can reply. "Well, I'm certainly not having any sex," she says to me. "And it's been so long for me, I think my pussy is just closing up, you know?"
I'm rolling my eyes again, but inside I know the feeling. I wasn't getting any until Derek showed up.
And completely upended my life.
To the point where I don't know if he's being completely honest with me. But a part of me wonders if this is even a big deal. I mean --
"Hey," Ashley says, eating a piece of lamb that fell from her gyro as she looks at me. "You still with me?"
"Yeah," I sigh. I don't know what else to do. And I guess Ashley realizes this because she goes from looking at me with a snarky mouth filled with lamb gyro to concerned.
She still has to swallow before asking, "What's wrong, babe?"
I sit there, chewing absently for a minute. I don't actually know where to begin. I mean, how do you describe the vague feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach?
"Is it Derek?" Ashley asks, her concern evident now.
Awww. I mean, we snark at each other sure, but the moment there's something wrong with me, I know she's going to drop everything if there's a hint of trouble with me.
"Alicia," Ashley asks, her voice now serious. I know it's serious because she puts down her gyro. She's not eating it anymore. For Ashley or I to put down food during lunch, when we only have like that little time before scurrying back to our desks, is a big fucking deal. "How are things with you and Derek? For reals," she asks and I know I'm gonna have to tell her the truth.
"Babe, I think he's hiding something from me," I say to her and look down. "Something pretty big. Maybe really illegal."
Ashley is silent, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"There's not much I can actually say about it right now, because it involves work too, but every time I try to steer the conversation toward trying to find out more, he plays it off or changes the subject," I say, the words tumbling out of me at this point. "Just the other day, we were having brunch at Balthazar and I thought I'd finally get to the bottom of the whole thing and get the truth. He totally just changed the subject and then when he couldn't change the subject he just made me forget."
"What?!" Ashley asks. "How did he make you forget what you were talking about?"