Page 35 of The Flirtation
“How did you get here so fast?!” she called out. “Comin’!”
I waited for about one minute, but she didn’t come to the door. I knocked again. “Sorry, did you say you’re ‘coming’ or did you say ‘comein?’”
“Door’s unlocked,” she said. “Comein.”
I opened the door. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, in a beautiful pink dress, polishing off a tiny bottle of wine, and staring atme.
“You look nice,” I said.Brilliant. Some real James Bond dialoguethere.
“Shut the door,” shesaid.
I shut the door. What happened next happened so quickly, I could barely process it at the time. She carefully placed the empty little wine bottle on the floor, stood up, took several steps towards me, grabbed me, and kissed me. She said: “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.” She kissed me again, and this time I kissed her back. She pulled away again. “I mean, I lied about having a boyfriend. I’m single and I have a career schedule that I’m trying to stick to and I’ve been so afraid of falling for you so I lied about having a boyfriend.” She kissed me again and then pulled away. “I mean, Mr. Potter is real. He’s a personal massager.”You’re dating a massage therapist???I must have been staring at her with a confused look on my face, imagining a live-in masseur, because she continued. “It’s avibrator.”
“Oh,” was all I couldsay.
“Well, that wasn’t so hard. My sister was right. I should have told you that monthsago.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Forget I said anything. That was stupid. We better get to the wedding.” She wiped her lipstick from mylips.
And then she stared at me, her eyes on fire. I placed my hands on either side of her face, and took her in, in a way that I couldn’t before. She was so gorgeous. She reached up and moved my thumb into her mouth, sucked on it, slowly, closing her eyes and savoring it, then looking up atme.
That wasit.
I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. My hands went to her ass, I pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist while I carried her to the sofa. “Tonight is about Bucket and Ingrid!” shesaid.
“Yes and I think they’d both want us to do this.” I sat myself down, she hiked up her dress and straddled me, hastily unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt while I held her breasts and squeezed them, kissing the smooth bare skin that had been taunting me for threedays.
“So do I, oh shit, I wantthis.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She wasn’t wearing anything under the top of her dress. I wanted to put my mouth on her hard nipples, I wanted to kiss her all over, but this wasn’t the right time. Or was it? My fingers started to pull the straps of her dress down off hershoulders.
“Wait. We can’t do this. I don’t want things to change between us.” Her hands found my behind. “Oh my God, you’re in such goodshape.”
“You’re sobeautiful.”
“Talk about work—how are the day to day operational mechanics looking?” Shesqueezed.
“We’ve done an amazing job of cultural integration between the two organizations, in all functional areas.” I licked herneck.
“Yes.Shit!”
“God, I want you, I can’t wait.” I started to unbuckle my belt—I could no longer thinkstraight.
“We can’t let them start without us,” shewhispered.
“They haven’t started yet it’sfine.”
“I can’t be late to my client’s wedding,” she said, while bearing down on me and rocking her pelvis back andforth.
I held tight around her hips. “He’s my client too—this will only take aminute.”
She pulled back to look at me, and said, as her hand reached down, “I don’t want to take aminute.”
I groaned. I was so hard. She made a noise that I’d like to think meant she was pleasantly surprised by what she found there. When my hands slid up the outside of her thighs, she sighed, and when my fingers found her warm, wet panties—we both froze as we heard a knock on thedoor.
“Miss Avery?” It was Samson. “The ceremony is about to begin, if you’d like to join us on the beach, please.” He hesitated, then said: “If you know of Mr. Luke’s whereabouts, please ask him to join ustoo.”
