Felicity
10:21 p.m.
Rolling over, eyes still closed, I patted around the bed for my cool pillow. Instead, all I felt were satin sheets.
My eyes opened, I glanced around the familiar gray-and-navy bedroom. Sitting up, I noticed I was naked and my clothes were folded on the dresser across from the bed, my shoes perfectly placed beside it. Out of the bed, I went to get my clothes, but halfway there I paused, trying to remember what had happened. All I could recall was kissing Theo and having a late lunch.
“Funny.” I smiled when I saw the red file on top of my shirt. Had I chosen, or had he? I wasn’t sure. It kind of felt like we’d both chosen together.
In the two days I had known him, I had both played and danced because of him. If he hadn’t had that piano in his house, I may never have touched ivory keys again. If he hadn’t taken me to his studio, I wouldn’t have felt the urge to dance. I was walking down a path I thought I had all but forgotten. I missed it. I missed doing all of it. But I’d stopped for a reason.
Not bothering to get dressed, grasping on to the bed sheets, I opened the door to the living room. Downstairs, he was sprawled on the couch, still dressed in the dark gray trousers and black shirt he had worn that morning. He was reading from a tablet in his hand.
“Hi,” I said, and he glanced up, focusing on the sheet around me before looking me in the eyes.
“You look well rested,” he said without moving. “But then again, you’ve been asleep for about nine hours.”
“Sorry. What happened?”
“You mean you don’t remember falling asleep while I was taking to you in the restaurant?” He chuckled like he couldn’t believe it.
Giggling, I shook my head. “I don’t even remember getting in the car.”
“Come here.” He sat up and stretched out his hand.
Each time he did that, I found myself taking it, and this time he pulled the sheets out of my hands. I didn’t fight him when he hauled me onto his lap. I shivered when his finger ran up and down my side.
“When I carried you up to my room, you crawled into my bed like you owned it and threw off all your clothes before covering yourself. It was both gratifying to watch and a little bit disappointing.”
“Why disappointing?”
“I didn’t get to look at you long enough.”
I shifted slightly on top of him, trying to ignore the pleasure I got out of hearing him talk to me. “This is a very dangerous game you’re playing, Theo,” I said as I unbuttoned his shirt one button after the other. “Me as your lover here, and your employee at the office. That was your offer, right? I thought you weren’t supposed to mix business and pleasure?”
“For some people, yes. I get pleasure out of my business. Having you there will only heighten that.”
“What if I mess up?” I asked, my hands on his chest. “You can’t yell at me or—”
“Why not?” He glanced up at me, confused. “If you mess up, I’ll let you know right then and there, and then I’ll let you know again, either in my office or here while you’re on your knees.”
I licked my lip at the thought of him taking me in his office while everyone else went about their normal day. Him thrusting….
Focus, Felicity.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Not true,” he said, placing a hand on my hip. “I know your name, your age, that you worked three different jobs, speak French, know your wine, can play the piano, and dance. You like to sleep naked, and you enjoy fucking me as much as I enjoy fucking you. For only knowing you two days, I think that’s pretty damn good.”
“And what happens if you get tired of me? I’ll be out of my jobs and stuck working for the man who fucked me all over his penthouse.”
“Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be the one to walk away from me first?”
I leaned down and kissed his lips. “Because I am.”
“Then we won’t have anything to worry about. You set the terms, and when you’re ready to walk away, fine. Until then….” He flipped me on my back on the couch and hovered over me. “You belong to me.”
I placed a finger on his lips. “I will be your lover under the following conditions. First, don’t call me or need me for anything on Sundays.”
“You can have the entire weekend off if you want.”
“Second, I don’t share.”
“Isn’t that my line?”
I nodded. “It was so good, I recycled it.”
He kissed me. “Anything else?”
“Yes. Third, I don’t work for you.”
He frowned, and his eyebrows came together in confusion. “You just want to be my lover?”