Page 19 of One Taste
“Great,” I grumble.
She punches buttons on her keyboard while I stand in the hotel lobby, looking a fucking wreck. I didn’t bother to make myself pressed or pristine, and I’m sure with my luck, this image of me at the moment—messy hair from being pulled last night, day-old stubble on my face, and wrinkled clothing—will be what ends up in the gossip rags.
Madison would love that. Not only bad press, but a bad appearance.
The woman behind the desk grabs my attention. “Okay, you’re all set to go, sir.” She pauses, “Please come sta—”
I don’t hear the last part of her spiel, because I’m running out the door and into the street before she can get the last of her words out.Where the hell did Devin say she was catching the train, Penn or was she taking the path?The small talk from before the long night is a little blurry. To be honest, I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy trying to read her body language. I have no clue what part of Jersey she was heading to.
Scanning the street, I jump in the first cab I see. I close the door and pull out a wad of cash from my wallet.
“There’s an extra fifty in it for you if you get me to Penn Station in the next ten minutes,” I tell the driver.
He looks at me in the rearview mirror, nodding in agreement. “Consider it done.”
The cab pulls in front of Penn Station, and my hand is on the door handle before I know I’m doing it.
“Keep it running,” I tell him, opening the door.
“You got it,” he answers as I shut the door.
The crowd of people isn’t too bad at six in the morning. Inside the building, I stand under the shitty fluorescent lighting and glance down at my watch.6:05 a.m.I don’t have much time. Ten minutes sounds like a long time, but Penn Station has enough tracks to have you walking around all day, and I have no fucking clue which one she’ll be at.
Since I have no idea where she’s heading, I don’t know which track to go to. She could already be on the train for all I know. I might never see Devin again.
The only thing I can think about is getting to her before she’s gone.
I’ll find her, and I’ll take her to my penthouse this time. Once I have her to myself, I will repeat last night at least twice.
Then once she’s exhausted, begging me to stop because her pussy can’t take another single touch, I’ll move on to bigger, better things—things I didn’t get to explore yet—like her ass. That’s one thing I can’t wait to cross off my list. Devin’s ass is made to fuckand lick and eat. If I didn’t wear her outlast night, I would’ve already done it. I wanted to so fucking bad, but I didn’t know if she’d be able to handle any more orgasms.
Lost in my thoughts, I wander through the tracks, hoping any minute I’ll see her.It’s not looking promising.How the fuck am I supposed to find her?
“Excuse me.” I stop and ask an older woman who looks like she’s been here a while. I’m that desperate.
The woman sits in a chair near the track doors, bags surrounding her as if she’s running away from someone or something. She looks at me warily. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for a woman,” I begin. “She’s tall, slender, dark brown hair, brown eyes.”
The woman scoffs, letting out a chuckle. “You’re describing most of the women in New York City, handsome.”
She doesn’t have to be rude.
“Please,” I beg. “Help me out here. She’s wearing a blue blouse, black pencil skirt, and red high heels.”
The woman looks past me, and I’m about to tell her off for ignoring me, but she nods to the distance. “You mean like that woman standing right there?”
My heart drops to my stomach and a twinge of something I’ve rarely felt fills me—nerves. I turn in the direction the woman nods to, and I scan the small crowd of people until I see it.
Until I see her—Devin.
“Thank you,” I tell her, backing away and walking toward the woman I chased down at six in the morning.
She stands with her back turned toward me, still in her exact outfit from last night. Her long brown locks are messy but still groomed as they hang down her back.
She looks just as she did last night.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the plexiglass framed posters on the wall, and I pause, checking myself out for a moment.Fuck.I look like shit.Maybe I should have fixed myself a little before I left the hotel and came here.
