Page 4 of Simply Complicated
Two
I stand in front of Savior and his brown eyes are dancing – dare I say, laughing at me. His presence is commanding and all he’s doing is sitting down at my desk. One leg is lazily crossed over the other and one of his manicured hands are lightly tapping my desk.
He has a look on his face that doesn’t signify he’s annoyed with me, but it’s pretty clear he’s not jumping for joy about what I did. It was an argument I was already exhausted with and we didn’t even start.
I stare at him and pretend I’m not sniffing his cologne like it’s oxygen. “May I help you, Mr. Ellison?” My voice comes out shaky and a bit emotional.
“Mr. Ellison is my father,” Savior corrects. Every word is laced with annoyance in his baritone, “are you hungry?”
I’m starving but he will not tempt me with food. The last time he did that, I almost gave him the Keisha Love You Long Time special. “I have a busy day ahead of me, sir.”
“Sir,” his voice is smoky and heavy, “I do like it when you call me sir.”
My nipples tighten with desire and I feel it down to my panties. It’s nine-fifteen in the morning. Most people haven’t had their coffee and this man already has me aroused. “May I help you?”
“Come with me to my office and we’ll talk.” He gets up and my eyes follow his body. Dressed in the finest open-collared Armani suit, Savior continues to surprise me by how gorgeous he is.
He’s second-in-command so it’s not like I can tell him I’m too busy to have a meeting. I’m sure he’s already spoken with my supervisors I’ll be unavailable for a short while. “Okay.”
Savior holds the small of my back as I walk with him to the office. His touch is demanding, yet respectful. I get the innate feeling he doesn’t do this very often and definitely not so publicly at his place of business.
We pass Easton on the way in. Easton gives me a grin that’s half-joyous and half-pity. Even he knows I fucked up.
I walk into Savior’s office and sit down on the sofa. Two plates of food are underneath trays along with orange juice and coffee.
Savior lifts up the trays and I’m presented with French toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs. My stomach grumbles and I lightly lick my lips. The food smells wonderful.
“Dig in,” he sits beside me. He removed his jacket, and his sleeves are rolled up. He wants to enjoy his food in peace and worry about appearances later.
Just even seeing him as a privilege man who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty makes me wonder how dirty is he willing to get with me. Lord, please help me.
He opened up a napkin and placed it on my lap, smoothing his hands over my thick thighs. He watches my reaction as he does so, wondering how far I’m going to let him go and if he’s not being obscene. “Comfortable?”
I nod as I carefully watched him move closer to me. “Keisha…” He says whispers my before his lips take over mine. Once again, Savior’s tongue makes love with mine, sweetly playing with it as it explored the rest of my mouth.
I could climax on Savior’s kisses alone and had he kept at it, I probably would have. He held back and we both were frustrated he had to. His frame was powerful and strong, even while he sat. His cologne was delicious and combined with his authoritative tone, my arousal hit its peak.
I felt suffocated, yet I didn’t feel I was in danger nor did I panic. Instead, I welcomed his soft lips and gentle tongue. His tongue licked mine as my clit throbbed for release. My heartbeat was deafening and my head spun into a million directions.
“I was thinking about you all damn weekend.” Savior’s voice is heavy and primitive. His hands were all over my body, caressing my neck, trailing down to my breasts, and gently cupping them with a gentleness I never knew. His lips became greedy for mine. The arousal burned through my body. “Every time I went to sleep, I thought about how you would feel on my cock. I still taste how sweet your pussy was on my tongue.”
I try to stifle a moan but it came out regardless. I was fully aroused and the need hummed underneath my skin. He softly growled as he pulled away from me, and began eating. “Your tummy growled at me.” He gave an apology of sorts. He was right; I was famished. I took a bite of my French toast and of course, it’s perfect. The bacon is crisped to perfection and the eggs are fluffy like clouds.
I’m a bit unsettled on how he just happened to have breakfast waiting for me and I wondered if Savior knew I was going to turn down the car.
“I wanted to have breakfast with you,” he seemingly reads my mind, “I wanted to spend this morning with you alone.”
Well, that answers one question but other is the elephant in the room. “About the car…” I wipe my mouth. “…I have to decline it.”
Savior nods as if he expected that to be my answer. “May I ask why?”
“I don’t own it.” My eyes glance over to his. My breath is caught in my throat and I feel like a bumbling fool. His hair is a sexy, weird combination of bed head and small blondish-brown strands fall down in front of his eyes. This man is beyond gorgeous; he is simply breathtakingly beautiful. “You do.”
“I said it was yours. It was a gift.” He meets my eyes. His face hardens with frustration and a bit of anger. “I don’t take back gifts.”
“Your name is on the registration. If it was my car, my name would’ve been on it.” I softly reply. “You own it. You can take it back whenever you feel like it.”
“My name is on the car because if there are any problems, I want to be assured you weren’t going to be screwed by anyone else.”
