Page 15 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
This man takes my breath away. Spending more time with him might endanger my heart because I'm already feeling deep, disturbing emotions about him, but I can't vocalize them right now. Am I just in lust with this man? Or could it be so much more than I've ever dreamed of?
Chapter 8
Jack
I've gone all out for my Vixen—an expensive suite in a luxury hotel and the best food their world-famous chef can serve us. There are roses, champagne, and chocolate-covered strawberries. A little cliche, but it works.
I go pick her up in a limo, and love how surprised and enchanted she is. She looks beautiful in a little black dress that does a lot for her curves.
"You look like a goddess, Emily."
"Thank you. You look so good, I'm kicking myself for wearing underwear this time."
I lean into her and whisper in her ear.
"Don't worry, that's an easy fix."
She blushes prettily, and I help her inside the car. As I sit next to her, I wonder if we have time to play a little in the back of the limo. But this is not all about sex for me today. I need to open my heart to Emily in a way I've never done with another woman.
So I grab her hand and place a kiss on top of her delicate fingers. She's so tempting in this tight black dress. I'm afraid I'm broadcasting how much I want her. The truth is I not only want her, I need her in my life, and hopefully after this weekend we'll be committed to one another.
I'm so deep in my thoughts that I don't really understand when she hands me something. As I focus on what it is, I realize it's her black lace panties. I take a deep breath and just look at them. I follow instinct and bring them to my nose to sniff her delicious aroma. Then I slip them into the pocket of my suit jacket. "Always keeping me on my toes, aren't you, Vixen?"
"Someone has to."
I put my hand on top of hers and intertwine our fingers. The limo moves along silently, and pretty soon we reach our destination. The driver opens the door for us, and I help my lover exit the car. As we go up the elevator, I put my arm around her and feel her relax against me.
She must be anxious about my surprise. Or maybe she's horny and will want to jump my bones as soon as we go inside the room. I still need to talk to her before anything happens between us. I'll try to keep the savage in me contained for as long as possible.
I open the door of our suite and usher my woman inside. The table is set with all its finery and there are roses on every visible flat surface in the room. Rose petals are also thrown on the bed, which we can just barely see from the living room.
"Wow, this looks amazing, Jack."
"Anything for you."
There's a knock on the door, and I let the room service staff in. They come in silently and efficiently and serve us dinner. I assist Emily into her chair and take a seat myself.
"Please, eat. I hope you like it."
She takes a bite, and her resulting moans have an immediate response in my body. I shift in my seat and force myself to eat my own food.
"You're quiet tonight, Jack. What's going on?"
"I talked to HR. They say we're good. Our departments are not connected, and even though I'm higher up as a tenured professor, there are no conflicts. There's some paperwork we both need to sign."
"That seems simple enough. Why the doom and gloom, then?"
I realize my silence has been giving her a bad vibe, and I hurry to assure her.
"I'm sorry. It's nothing bad. I just…"
I set my cutlery down and reach for her hand across the table.
"I want everything with you, Emily. And I mean everything. I know it's early, but I feel it in my soul that we belong together."
"It is too soon, but I have a lot of feelings for you, Jack. I think I understand where you're coming from."
"Move in with me,” I blurt out. “Let me meet your family. I'm all in. Be all in with me."
