Page 18 of His Curvy Temptation

“Mr. Stone?” I ask, waving a hand in front of me. “I’m going to go now. I’ll see you at our next appointment?”

He looks over at me, as though just remembering I’m still here. He nods.

“See you next time, Andy.”

His voice has completely changed. It’s tight, strained, and his jaw is clenched tight. Anger radiates from every inch of his body. For the first time, I find him a A little scary. Not just intimidating, but scary.

I leave through the elevator. When I get to the reception area it’s dark and the receptionist has gone home. But when I get to the curb outside there is a black town car waiting for me. The driver opens the door.

“Are you Andy?“ He asks.

I nod silently. Nothing would surprise me tonight anymore. Today has been strange and being picked up by a stranger and kidnapped would not be out of place.

“I’m Mr. stone’s driver,” he says. “ He sent me here to pick you up and take you wherever you need to go.”

“I don’t need a ride,” I say. “I’m fine taking the subway.”

“Miss, I’m under strict orders to pick you up and take you directly home. You can take the subway if you want, but just so you know my boss is not going to be very happy with me if he finds out that I let you Go home on your own.”

I turn and look Up at the tall building behind me. Somewhere up there, on the 17th floor, Elijah is still in his office. I wonder if he still standing where I left him, still glaring at the spot where Dan was before. What had happened to make him seem so angry with me? What did I do? I turn back to the driver and Give him my address. He opens the back door of the car beckoning me in.

I’m buckling my seatbelt still looking out the window at that 17th floor window, the only one with the lights still on. I realize now that Elijah neglected to give me a tip once again. And yet he said he’d like to see me again.

I think about Dan and his gross insinuations. Maybe Elijah’s motives for requesting me as his massage therapist today weren’t as honorable as I previously assumed. He asked me out on a date tonight, but was that really why he wanted me to stay and have a drink with him — just to ask me out?

Or…did he expect more from me, the waysomemen sometimes do from a massage appointment? Even though The Angle Spa is a nice place, not the kind of establishment where those kinds of boundaries are ever crossed, rich and powerful men always think they’re above the rules. Men like Elijah probably think that anything can be bought, that everything has a price.

What would have happened, if Dan hadn’t walked in when he did? If we’d been left alone longer to talk, to have another drink?

What was his real plan? Is it possible the reason he seemed so angry with me at the end is because his plan was interrupted, and because I was leaving?

I’m not sure of any of the answers to my questions. And by the time the driver pulls up to my building and lets me out, I’ve decided I don’t ever want to see Elijah Stone again.

6

Elijah

I nearly killedDan for the way he talked to Andy.

And if it hadn’t been for the fact that he left the building completely last night before I could track him down, I might have buried my fist in his highly-punchable face instead of what I ended up doing…drinking until I passed out on my office couch.

Why? Because any time I revive those old memories that Andy inspired me to talk about last night, I end up getting drunk.

Also, because Andy left me behind with the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had.

Not that I actually expected anything to happen with her last night. I’ve got more patience than that, and more respect for her. She’s a sweet girl, younger than me, and seems like she’s a little afraid of me too. Or afraid of me calling Nick and saying something to him that causes him to fire her from her job.

So yeah. There’s a power dynamic there that I’m not willing to abuse. I want Andy so fucking bad, but I’m not going to risk pressuring her into saying yes to sleeping with me.

If she says yes — no,whenshe says yes — it’ll be because I’ve got her so turned on that she’s soaking wet between her legs and is begging for my cock.

Not because she’s afraid that if she doesn’t fuck me, I’ll tattle on her to her boss.

I mean, I know I’m a bit of an asshole at work sometimes, a little rough around the edges…but I’m not a scumbag.

And I’m not out for an easy fuck anyway. If all I wanted was sex, I could have it. I’ve never had a problem arranging a casual encounter, in fact women seem to throw themselves at me ever since I made a fortune in business and gained a reputation.

Those shallow connections lose their luster overtime. Sex feels good, obviously it feels fucking amazing.

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