Page 42 of Undone, Love Times Three

Daniel gets to his feet and drifts towards me.

The Promise

Daniel

I guess we’re doing this. Blue watches me as I move closer, she is leaning back against the door, her hands behind her back, one leg bent so her thighs cross, almost as if she is squeezing them. That sets my pulse raising. I can’t help but wonder, is she wet?

Her chest rises and falls when I stop a few feet away from her.

Is this wise? My divorce was only final today. We’ve been separated for six months. She was with another guy while I stilllived with her. By rights, I should have been returning that favor. In those whole six months, I’ve not slept with any other women.

Blue moves, pushing away from the door. At first, she is coming in my direction, then she changes course, walking to the bar. Frowning, I can’t help but watch her ass as she leans over the bar and grabs a bottle from behind it. She grips the neck of the bottle then walks alongside the bar towards the back.

“Coming?” she asks over her shoulder.

I’m not sure where she is going, but I’m definitely following. She lets us through a locked door with a key on a chain around her neck, leading me into a narrow hallway and some stairs. Before she can start up them, I reach out and take her hip, stepping up behind her.

“Where are you going?” I say against her ear.

“My apartment. I’m a lady,” she glances over her shoulder at me. “I don’t fuck in stairwells.”

Damn. She takes my hand, slides it from her hip, guiding it across her thigh. Then pushes it away. Before I can do anything more, she walks up the stairs ahead of me. I follow.

Her place is enormous, taking up the whole second floor of the building above the bar. I stand taking it all in, finding it hard to keep the awe off my face.

It’s a two-story open plan space with a wall of black framed sky light windows tilting with the roof. The walls are brick, the ceiling has thick metal beams and there is a hardwood floor.

An open tread metal and wood staircase in the center of the space leads up to a mezzanine level, with three doors off the walkway. The kitchen and dining area are underneath the mezzanine. On the rest of the first floor, there is a large sectional leather sofa around a tiered level circular coffee table.

Beside the couch, an electric guitar is displayed in a stand. A high-tech entertainment center is set against the wall facing thecouch and a row of shelves, full of books lines one wall. Ferns and other hanging green plants are all around the space.

In a million years, I never would have guessed this was above the bar. I’m pretty sure everything in here costs in the high thousands, furnished with expensive art and immaculately made bespoke furniture. She just became a whole lot more intriguing.

While I’ve been staring in awe, Blue has been pouring us drinks at a bar set within an oak bureau beneath the sky lights. It’s been a while since I’ve done this but when she brings the drink over and hands it to me, her fingers linger on mine.

She holds up her glass to clink it with mine. My eyes roam down her body and back up again, getting caught on her gorgeous face. Blue’s tongue darts out, wet with the whiskey she just drank and my dick thickens.

“Don’t fall in love with me, Daniel.”

I pause and stare at her, wondering if she is joking. “I only just met you. That’s not gonna happen.”

“Promise me,” she answers, dead serious.

The last thing on my mind is falling in love with anyone. It’s not a hard promise to make.

“Okay, sure. I promise. I won’t fall in love with you.”

Blue eyes me, her eyes flicking back and forth on mine. Whatever she sees must reassure her because she takes my glass and sets it down on the coffee table alongside hers. Then she grabs my tie, running it through her fingers. Instead of grabbing her, I wait to see what she is going to do.

Her deft fingers undo the tie and lifts it out from beneath my collar, leaving it around my neck. She unbuttons my shirt, dragging it up from inside my suit pants. It takes a hell of a lot of willpower not to touch her. All I do is raise my arms so she can push the shirt off my shoulders, leaving my tie around my neck.

Her nails scrape over my collarbone, down across my pecks and the ridges of my stomach. They pause at my belt, her eyes dipping to the erection straining against the material.

“That for me?” she asks almost coyly. She is anything but coy. Blue likes to take charge.

“If you want it,” I smirk back at her.

Without warning, she presses both palms to my chest and pushes me. I fall back on the couch with a bounce, my legs spread wide. My pulse spikes as she lifts her shirt over her head in one quick move, letting it fall to the floor.

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