Undersold(16)

“Not just yet,” he said, pulling away. “I’m afraid we may have been a little too loud.”

I turned bright red. “I’m sorry!”

“Not your fault at all. I take it as a compliment.” He kissed me again, and then sat back in his chair.

I pulled my dress down and adjusted myself. He ran his fingers through his hair and did his best to fix the mess I had made. He bent down and grabbed my underwear, and he helped me slide them back on. I couldn’t get the image of his mouth between my legs out of my head, and my heart was still pounding.

“That was perfect,” I said quietly.

“Let’s meet later tonight.” He pulled my chair closer to him and pressed his hands against my hips. “I have to work late, but after.”

“I’d love that.”

“How does dinner sound?”

“Great, anything sounds great.” I was babbling and repeating words but couldn’t help myself. I was lost in the post-orgasm glow, and couldn’t believe my luck.

“Dinner it is then. I’ll pick you up around nine.”

“That would be perfect.” I couldn’t believe he was going to take me out.

He grinned big. “Alright then, let’s get back to work. Remember that, work?”

I laughed. “I can barely remember anything right now.”

We turned back to the laptop screen, but spent the rest of our meeting together laughing, kissing, and talking about nothing. We didn’t get any work done that morning.





11.


I keep thinking about you, the text from Shane read.

I was sitting on my couch at home, thinking the same thing. His strong hands on my hips and his tongue all over me were the only things I could picture all day. I had just gotten home, and was killing time until I could see him again. I mean, this guy was so deeply a part of my thoughts right now that I couldn’t forget him even if I wanted to.

I thought you were working, Mr. Green? I sent back playfully.

Don’t start with that. I’ll have to leave this meeting early.

Oh, sorry Mr. Green. I don’t know what you mean.

You know exactly what I mean.

I think you just loved getting your cute new employee off.

I did love that.

I had been lost in the glow all day, and I could barely think about anything else. I put my phone down and went into my closet, which suddenly was small and ugly. Nothing looked right, nothing was cute enough. Frustrated, I took a short shower, and finally decided on a tight dress, thin black stockings, and small heels. I didn’t know where we were going, so I decided to walk the line between casual and dressy.

At nine on the dot, my door buzzed. I grabbed my smaller bag, which I had packed with an extra pair of panties and some other overnight essentials, just in case. I felt a little presumptuous, but I couldn’t help myself.

He stood outside of my building. He was wearing an untucked gray button-down shirt and tailored dress pants. His sleeves were rolled up just below the elbow. He looked perfectly handsome and self-controlled, like he owned the streets and everything on them. He smiled up at me with that grin of his, and my stomach did flips.

“Got changed for me, I see,” I said.

“I had a feeling you’d outdo me if I didn’t.” He exaggerated looking me up and down. “Looks like you did anyway.”

“Oh stop,” I said, laughing. We walked down my stoop and climbed into a black town car. There was a fogged glass partition separating us from the driver, and once we climbed in, the car started moving.

“So, where to?” I asked.

“A place I own, over on Market. I hope you like Italian.”

“I love Italian.” I looked over at him. He was staring out the window with a faraway look on his face. I reached over and touched his hand.

“Is something wrong?”

He looked at me and shook his head. “Not at all. I just haven’t taken a woman out in awhile.”

“Oh yeah, sure. I bet this is your first date in years.” I didn’t believe him at all, but I could tell something was going on with him.

He smiled. “Actually, it is.”

“Yeah, right. And I’m the rich one.”

“Really, it is. It’s hard when you value your privacy and you’re someone like me. People recognize me in public, even though there are so few pictures of me out there. That’s only the case because I’ve worked so hard at keeping them to a minimum.”

“So you haven’t dated all this time?” It seemed like such a waste for a man that looked like him not to be with women, although it was hard for me to admit that.

His smile turned into a grin. “I didn’t say that, exactly. Just haven’t taken a girl out in public like this in awhile.”