Page 3 of Zane
But now that I’ve broken my rule, it’s like I can’t look anywhere else. Every inch of his body is perfection. I didn’t think there were really people in the world who looked so perfect. It’s like someone has applied all the latest photoshop tricks to him, but in real life. His perfect white teeth shine, lighting up his face. The dimples at the sides of his mouth are so dreamy, I want to reach out and poke my finger in them. Then I want to poke my finger in his mouth and watch as he sucks on it. To feel his tongue run over my skin, with his eyes boring into my soul, and his hand reaching bellow the table, between my legs. His fingers caressing my warm, yearning slit as he growls obscene, sexual overtures across the table.
“What was that?” I stammer, taking an extra large sip of my milkshake, hoping the delicious cold beverage will give me brain freeze, and stop my mind from wandering to all the dark, sensual places it seems to want to go when I’m near this man.
“I said,” he smiles, “are you not hungry?”
I look down at my plate of untouched food and wonder how long it’s been sitting there. I woke up so late, I didn’t even get a chance to eat anything for breakfast. And now here I am with a plate full of my favorite food, and I haven’t even touched it. This man really is throwing me off my game.
I pick up my fork and begin to eat. He looks at me, obviously expecting a reply, but I choose to fill my mouth with food instead. God knows what I’ll say if I open it for anything other than eating.
Finally, he gives up on waiting for me to answer him and sits back in his chair. His eyes are on me the whole time I’m eating, and it’s like I can actually feel them on my skin. Like he’s caressing me with his attention.
“Just so you know,” I eventually manage after the silence has become so intense I feel like I’m about to come in my panties, “I’m not going to take your job.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow and leans his elbows on the table. Steepling his fingers against his mouth. I bite my lip as our faces become closer. “And why is that? You don’t even know what the job is.”
“Because I don’t want to be an assistant again. I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am, and I’m not about to slide back just because some gorgeous man comes along needing my help.”
My mouth falls open as I realize the words I’ve said. I knew it was a bad idea to start talking. This man draws something out of me that I don’t know how to control. And, even though being near him feels amazing, I’m scared that I’m not in control of myself. Heck, the first time our eyes met, I literally fainted. I can’t even maintain consciousness around him.
I need to get away from him as quickly as possible. But, even as I’m telling myself this, I know I’m already caught up in his web.
His mouth widens into a playful grin. “I’m not looking for an assistant,” he growls, “I’m looking for a partner.”
“A partner?” I gulp. “For your business?”
“You could say that.” He strokes the stubble on his chin and his eyes lower to my cleavage and then slowly make their way back up to my mouth. “What do you say? Will you give me a chance? Let me show you what you’d be missing out on?”
I brush my hair behind my ear and let out a stifled laugh. It comes out much louder than expected and half the people in the diner turn to look at me. Probably wondering if I’m about to rip my clothes off and run around the place in the midst of a full mental breakdown… because that’s exactly how I feel.
“I guess,” I manage. “There's no harm in listening."
4
Zane
I put my foot to the gas and we zoom past a station wagon. Charlotte's gripping onto the door handle, and I can’t help but smile as her shoulder brushes against me when we speed around the corner.
I haven’t told her where we’re going yet. I want it to be a surprise.
She’s playing hard to get. And that’s fine. I don’t mind playing a few games, as long as I get my prize at the end of it.
Her gorgeous, silky hair blows around her head as the wind bellows in through the window. The ends of it flick my cheek. I can smell the flowery, tropical scent of her shampoo. Her skirt is hiked up above her knee, and every single cell in my body is screaming out for me to reach over and squeeze her succulent flesh. But, instead, I grit my teeth and keep my eyes on the road.
All in good time, I tell myself… and I mean it.
I’ve never met anyone like Charlotte before. There’s no need to rush things. I can tell by the way she looks at me that she wants me as much as I want her. She’s just not ready to admit that to herself yet. She’s not ready to give herself up to the passion that is so obviously forming between us.
I reduce my speed as we turn onto a gravel path. Miles and miles of empty fields spread out all around us.
“Where are we going?” she asks, the hard suspension of my sports car bouncing us up and down like we’re on a ride at an amusement park. My eyes flicker to the right, catching the awesome sight of her breasts bobbing up and down, ready to spill out of her top and find their rightful place between my fingers.
“Heaven,” I tell her, enjoying the way I’m playing with her more than I probably should.
She rolls her eyes, and then, as we come over the top of a slight hill, she sees I was being more literal than she realized.
“No,” she says as I pull up next to the aircraft hanger. A huge sign across the front of the building advertises sky diving, and there’s a banner over the entrance with a picture of people jumping out of an airplane. “No way!”
“Yes, way.”
