Page 77 of Securing Samantha

“Love you too. Can I call you tomorrow and tell you how fast my sled went?” LJ asked.

“Absolutely, I can’t wait,” she told him. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Mom” The phone disconnected. She picked up her book and started to read. A text message popped up on her phone.

The marshmallows were disgusting, I’ll give him that. The French toast wasn’t too terrible. This is Whiskey.

She laughed as she wondered what tomorrow would bring. Somehow Samantha knew she and Whiskey would figure it out as a team.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Samantha redid her hair for the sixth time. Nothing seemed right. She redid her eyeshadow to the point she wiped everything off her eyes and started from scratch. The lipstick she picked didn’t go with her outfit. She tried a different outfit. She stared in the mirror at the lacy bra and panty set she purchased that afternoon. In a lavender color, it enhanced her boobs and the panties felt pretty and feminine.

Bryan would arrive at any minute and she wasn’t even close to ready. She slipped another dress over her head. Nope. She went back to the blue sweater dress and boots. She found a belt, making the dress accentuate her waist. She slipped into the boots. Dabbing perfume behind her ears, neck and wrists, she gave herself a critical once over. Deciding she passed inspection, she anxiously waited on the couch.

When the doorbell rang, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She allowed Bryan in. He dressed in a navy-blue suit, and they made a striking couple. She grabbed her purse and phone, and they slid into the town car to go to dinner.

“How did you spend the day?” he asked when they made it to dinner. “I finished the contracts for the new liquid eyeliner. The lab sent back a note asking if you’d consider using a cheaper carrier oil.”

She raised a brow at him.

“I’ll let the lab know it’s a firm no,” he sounded a bit disgruntled.

“Carrier oils make a difference, you came to me because I produced a quality product.” Her hand dropped heavily on the table, hitting the edge of the fork and sending it to the floor. She bent down at the same time Bryan did, bumping their heads. She raised, holding the top of her head as his eyes twinkled in amusement. He offered her the fork and she reached for it, intending to ask the waiter for a new one. Bryan let it go and it fell from her grasp, hitting the floor again. She met Brian’s eyes as he shook his head.

“I’ll get it,” he told her. He placed the utensil on the table’s side. He cast her a worried gaze.

“I’ll be right back.” She stood and turned toward the ladies’ room when her belt caught the edge of tablecloth, knocking over a glass of water and nearly dumping the contents of the table in Bryan’s lap. He waved her away to take care of her mess while she took a moment in the bathroom.

When she returned, he took her hand. “Are you changing your mind about playing with me?” His brown eyes searched hers.

“No. I didn’t change my mind. I’m a bit nervous,” she confessed.

“We can go back to your apartment and play cards or watch a movie. No pressure,” he added.

She shook her head. If she didn’t go through with it tonight, she’d lose her nerve. Whiskey constantly bombarded her thoughts.

Bryan called for the check. She laid her head on his shoulder in the car. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed Whiskey from her mind. Damn, she forgot to ask him when he turned the papers in. When the car pulled to a stop all too soon, she wondered how it arrived swiftly when every other time it took forever.

Bryan helped her out and he pushed the access code for the penthouse. He pulled her into a kiss as the elevator climbed. They stepped out and she waited while he opened the door. She set her purse on the counter and put her coat away. He walked over to her and handed her his coat, showing his intentions in staying. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she hung it.

Bryan strode into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. He handed her a glass. She walked over to view the city at night. His arm slid around her waist, and she leaned onto his shoulder.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? I’ll admit, I found it extremely difficult waiting for tonight. I feel like Christmas and I’m getting ready to open my present. I hope you won’t mind if I take my time.”

She smiled as she turned to face him. “I don’t mind at all.”

Bryan took the glass from her hand and set their drinks on the counter. He turned back to her, bent, and cupped her cheek, drawing her closer to him. Her tongue swiped at her bottom lip nervously.

He teased her with his tongue. His hands roamed up and down her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck trying to lose herself in the sensations. Her phone rang. She ignored it as Bryan reached to undo the clasp on her belt. She bent her neck and allowed him access as he moved her hair to the side. “Your hair smells wonderful,” he complimented her. Whiskey always loved the scent of her hair. She closed her eyes shutting him out of her thoughts.

She tugged on his tie. Her hands roamed his chest and slid under his suit jacket. She slid it off him and let it fall to the floor. Her phone rang again. Bryan’s hands moved down her waist and over her hips. She felt him inching the dress slowly up. Her phone started ringing again.

Bryan lifted his head, “Do you want to check your phone? It might be LJ.”

She sighed and walked to her purse as her phone began to ring again. Whiskey’s name appeared on the screen. She groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut. Why did he choose this moment to call when she made her decision. She sent him to voicemail. It started ringing again as Bryan came up behind her and she instantly sent it to voicemail, hoping Whiskey took the hint. She needed to concentrate on Bryan.

Bryan’s hands slid under the bottom of the dress as he slowly lifted it above her head. He groaned as he took in the bra and panty set. He cupped her breasts as the phone vibrated on the counter. Thoroughly annoyed, she decided to turn it off. She refused to allow Whiskey to ruin this for her.

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