Page 64 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Oh?" She says innocently, "You heard that I kiss ass? I mean, I've never kissed yours, right?"

I pause for a couple of seconds and withhold the thoughts in my mind. I want to say to her, "Yeah, you've never kissed my ass, but you had my cock in your mouth very recently." But even I know that would be very unprofessional.

She stares back at me, and I can tell she's waiting for me to cross the line. She's waiting for me to be the unprofessional one. Instead, I turn to Joey on the right and ask him a question. We start talking about different faucets, and I'm trying to concentrate on the conversation, but the sound of Sarah giggling is needling me.

I turn to the right and look at her. Bob has got his lips close to her ear, and he's whispering something, and she’s laughing like he’s fucking Chris Rock.

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that." She says, touching him on the shoulder, and I wonder what she's responding to. What can't she do? What has he asked her? I know I can't actually ask because everyone would want to know why I was eavesdropping, but I'm starting to feel annoyed.I have to hide my emotions, though.

This has been a mistake. Everything about the last couple of weeks has been a mistake. I never should have invited her over. I never should have shown her my painting. I never should have gone to that bar that night and seen her dancing on the tabletop. I never should have slept with her, never should have ordered Chinese food and slept with her again. I never should have let her get into my head. I never should have let Jackson get into my head.

I never should have played this game of inviting her to this meeting, knowing full well that she would think it was a date and knowing full well that it wasn't. Maybe I'd been playing checkers and she had been playing chess all along. Maybe she knew she was needling me. Maybe this was her way to get into my head.

I wasn't going to let it happen. I wasn't going to let her get to me. Just because the sound of her laugh made my heart jump for joy. Just because the sight of her face made me appreciate beauty. I wanted to paint her. I wanted to paint her in the nude and hang it up in my bedroom so I could stare at it every night.

I hold back a smile as I think about what that process would look like, her sitting nude on my couch. I groan to myself at the thought, I need to get my mind out of the gutter.

"Sorry, what was that, Ethan?" Joey asks, and I blink at him.

"What?" I say, having no idea what the conversation we'd been having was.

"I said I can get you some black and some stainless steel faucets for a really good deal, but you said something about painting?"

I realize I must have mumbled something out loud, and I feel even angrier. The fact that I'm not in control of the words coming out of my mouth is not a good sign. I need to end this meeting as soon as possible.

"Yeah. Well, we'll have to work out the details later." I say. "Sarah here is working on some jingles for our new lighting line by some royal family members, and I thought perhaps she could do something for the faucets."

"Oh, yeah?" Joey sounds interested.

"So Sarah, do you think you can come up with as a jingle to sell faucets?” I ask her.

"I don't know," she says, shaking her head, "I didn't even know I was going to be coming up with a jingle making faucets."

She looks at me and I stare at her. Neither one of us is smiling. Bob touches her hand.

"I have an idea for a jingle." He says.

"Yeah?" She looks over at him. "What's that?"

"I don't know. Maybe something about, I can make you wet, wet, wet." He licks his lips deliberately, and I shudder at how he's trying to be sexy and flirty, and he’s just coming off like a creep. She stares at him for a couple of seconds, and I can see her lips twitching as she pulls away slightly.

I smile to myself at the fact. So she's not impressed by this douche bag, that's good.

"I guess. Do we want faucets to make stuff wet, wet, wet though?" She says.

"Maybe not." He says, licking his lips again. “Maybe I was just thinking about something else being wet." He runs his finger through his hair and stares at her. "Maybe I was just thinking about you."

"Me?" She says blinking, and I can see her face going red. She pulls back slightly and I wonder if she's going to tell him off.

"Yeah." He says, "I mean, I guess we don't need a faucet to make you wet."

"Excuse me?" She is loud now, and I wonder if I'm going to have to come to her defense.

"I mean, we have shower heads as well." Bob realizes he's crossed the line and that we are all listening. "I mean, shower heads are good too, right?" He blinks, and Sarah nods slowly.

She looks at me and shakes her head, and I know what she's thinking. She's thinking that she's sitting with a bunch of perverted creeps. And I know that she's right. I can't believe that Bob commented to her, but he feels like he can because she's wearing such a revealing dress to a business meeting.

I feel guilty then. I should have told her exactly where she was going. I should have told her that this wasn't a date, even though I kind of knew that she'd assumed that it was. I'd fucked up. I'd gone and played games, and now it was making me feel like shit. But I knew then that I just needed to let Sarah go. I knew then that I couldn't be professional and mess around with her. I was just going to work with her in a business capacity, and leave it at that. That was for the best.

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