Page 11 of Virgin's Dirty Boss
“That’s nice. You know, I’ve been thinking. We really didn’t get off on the right foot. I would like to change that.” I stopped, waiting for her to say something.
She was silent for several moments, and I tensed. Mayb
e she would refuse? “Go on,” she encouraged me, and I almost exhaled in relief.
“I want you to come over to my place tonight. Maybe we could chat a little and get to know each other better. What do you think?”
“Um, I... I don’t know...” She sounded slightly reluctant.
“Hey, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. I just want us to have a nice time together.”
I could hear her breathing faster. This was clearly getting her eager, and I felt my own excitement increasing. I could tell she was interested in something too.
“Okay. Um, can you give me your address, then?”
Fuck yeah I could.
7
Oliver
Alexandra arrived a little over an hour later. In the meantime, I prepared some wine and put some relaxing music playing on my stereo system in the living room. I tried to suppress my erection, but I was getting more aroused as the time passed.
I couldn’t wait to see her.
I heard the bell ringing and I went to open the front door. I smiled at her when our eyes met, and I was struck again with how gorgeous she was. She was in the same business suit she wore today, and I wondered why she didn’t change into something more comfortable. Then I noticed she was looking too serious and nervous, and I knew I had to do something to get her to relax.
“Hey,” I greeted her. I decided against any physical contact, because she seemed too uncomfortable for that, even thought I wanted to hug her and kiss the hell out of her.
“Hello.”
“Come in.”
I let her pass, sensing the smell of her perfume when she walked by. It was the smell of roses mixed with something more, and it smelled wonderfully.
I licked my lips, urging myself to calm down and go slow. I wanted to go fast, my cock painfully reminding me of how much I wanted her, but I had to get my shit together.
I led her to the living room and motioned for her to sit on the couch. She looked rigid and her face was still completely serious.
Okay. I definitely needed to go slow. Drinking could help her loosen up.
I poured wine into our glasses and gave her one. Our fingers touched and I didn’t move my hand immediately, extending our contact on purpose as my heartbeat increased. Our eyes met and I could see she felt the same thing I did, because the lust flashed in her eyes.
I sat next to her on the couch, leaving some space between us, and clank my glass against hers.
“Cheers,” I said.
“Cheers.”
“To the success of our project.”
She finally smiled, her eyes warming at the mention of the hotel she cared about. “To the success of our project.”
I took a sip of my wine, not taking my eyes off hers. “Why are you so attracted to that place?”
“I visited it a lot with my parents as a kid. I have nice memories of it.”
“Is that so?”
