Page 57 of The Wrong Promise

“No.”

A hand runs along the inside of my thigh, exploring and moving higher. He cups my sex and leans close to my ear. “I can smellyoufrom here.”

“Oh, I have a smell?”

He nudges my ear and kisses my neck. “Your perfume is good, but Zara is my favorite scent.”

The stroking of his fingers over my panties sends a pleasant jolt through me. His nearness overwhelms mydemeanor, and I become putty in his hands. As soon as one finger slips under the elastic, I lean back onto my elbows and open my legs for him.

He holds my gaze as he slides my panties down my thighs and lowers his face to my clit. I cover an arm over my eyes as my hips buck with his lips every caress.

Breakfast is served.

16

ZARA

Monday morning,I sit in the café opposite the offices and wait for Piper to arrive.

Jobe and I spent the entire weekend in his penthouse. We fucked in every room. No furniture piece was safe. Even now, there’s a gentle throbbing between my legs from shower sex before he left for work.

Piper bounces toward me, wearing a lady’s black pantsuit with a hot pink shirt underneath her blazer. The colors accentuate her blonde hair, bright like the sun, her broad smile lighting up her face. She leans in and hugs me, then places a small box on the table. “We missed you yesterday.”

Oh shit.She messaged me about meeting up to watch the game. “Sorry. I was flat out.” Literally. “Time got away from me.”

“Is your boyfriend here?”

I smile at her. “He is.”

“Then you’re forgiven. We can catch up next weekend.”

“Sure. I don’t have anything else on.” It hits me how I’ll miss him the weeks he’ll be gone.

She orders us both a coffee and then slides the box closer to me. “Have you been to York?”

“Not yet.” I open the box. “Yum. What flavor do we have today?”

“Blueberry and apricot.” She beams her smile at me. “Shall we plan a weekend for you to visit? It’s such a fun and interesting city, yeah?”

I smile. “Yes, let’s do it. I don’t want to stay in London every weekend because there is so much I haven’t seen.”

“Right. On the next holiday weekend, we’ll visit Scotland.”

“That would be awesome.” I take a bite of my muffin and groan when the flavor hits my tongue. “These are good,” I say with a mouthful.

“What’s awesome?” George asks as he slides into a chair beside Piper.

George’s hair is perfectly styled, and his pastel lime shirt is accessorized with a lemon-striped tie. Being with them both makes me want to revamp my wardrobe.

“York,” I answer. “Piper wants to take me there.”

“Count me in,” he says jovially. “Zara, did you hear anything more about the merger?”

I shake my head.

“By all accounts, the Board is slowing matters up.” She gives George his boxed muffin.

I shrug. “It doesn’t faze me as I’m happy in my current position. I just hope they don’t make me redundant.” I want to share the promotion with my friends, but Tim asked me to keep it quiet. And God knows what might happen. It might not even go ahead.

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