Page 13 of Tryst
“Oh god, Jade.” I seal my lips over hers, suckling in her essence and everything about her. I grind and stroke my way to her release. Endless moans flow from her through me, and she squeezes me so tight I explode, flooding the thin sheath of latex between us.
When will I ever get enough of her? I have more feelings for her than she knows.
I watch Jade through myopen office door talking to Jenny, one of the other interns. She’s smiling and laughing. Since we came back from our date two days ago, it's as if I can't stop thinking about her. When I'm home, I find myself wondering what she's doing, or who she's with. In the office and when I'm near her, my eyes gravitate to her and only her. My feelings for her are growing faster than I know what to do with, and running way too deep. I haven't felt this way about a woman in years.
I can't have more. Alan would kill me. Our friendship would be over, and the partnership would be up in the air. The sticky situation is made worse by Callie. She expressed an interest in rekindling our relationship, but I shut that down. I wasn't completely honest with Jade about that situation. Like I told Callie, I wasn't interested in rekindling what we used to have.
This thing with Jade and me wasn't intentional. I didn't know who she was when I first saw her. I saw a beautiful woman I was immediately attracted to. Once I found out who she was, I tried to shut down my attraction to her. But from the first touch of her hand, I couldn't resist her.
As much as I don't want what’s going on between us to end, I know it has to. She is an adult, but she's still so young. How would she fit into my life and friends? Sometimes boring dinner parties with girlfriends and wives twice her age. How would I fit into hers? I've done everything she should be doing, or looking forward to doing. I'm living my life. Hers hasn't really begun. Her parents are still taking care of her and supporting her, as they should.
My main concern is she might get bored, look back one day, and ask where her youth went. I don't want her to regret a thing—least of all being with me. Another reason I don't want to let myself put too much thought into a future relationship with her.
“Jenny,” I call from the door. “Could you get lunch for me, please. Sushi today.”
“Yes, Mr. Fox!” She seems almost overjoyed. God knows why. I've hardly spoken to her the entire summer.
“There are two restaurants down the block around the corner. Whatever you do, don't get it from Oishi.”
“On it.” She smiles dashing off and waving to Jade.
“Why is she so happy to pick up my lunch?” I say to Jade as she walks to me.
“Oh come on, can't you see the girl has a crush on you? She hangs off every word you utter like she's a bee and your words are dipped in honey.” Jade’s lip quirks up to the side as if I should know this.
“Then it's her lucky day, and it's going to be your lucky afternoon. I have something to give you. In my office and try to be quiet.”
“Yes, sir.” She looks around smiling.
Who needs lunch when the best part of my day is a slice of heaven. Fifteen minutes well spent.
“Ian, what’s the overall gradeyou'd give Jade working with you this summer?” Elena asks at dinner. Dinner with a guest, Tandy, her single, available friend.
“She’s been great, I'd give her an A.” Especially today at lunch, reverse cowboy style bouncing up and down on my lap. She worked me out real good. “One of the best interns we’ve had.”
“I'm glad to hear it,” Alan says. “The times I've stopped by the office and sat in on meetings with her and the other interns participating, I've been impressed. They've come up with good suggestions for reaching and marketing to a younger demographic. I hoped she'd be bending over backward to do what needs to be done.”
“Believe me, she gets what needs to be done and is on top of it,“ I say, running my hand up her thigh.
“I‘m thrilled my girl’s on top of things and bending over backwards to get the job done,” Alan agrees, and Jade looks like she might choke on the carrot in her mouth.
“Are you okay?” Tandy asks.
“Fine,” she says clearing her throat.
“Hear, have a drink of water,” I say smiling. “She‘s bending over more than you can imagine for the task at hand.”
Shit! That crack just landed me a heel to the toes.
“Your face looks like it's getting a bit red. Maybe it's the chicken. It's a tad spicy, but good.” Tandy smiles at Elena.
“I'm fine. Must be the spices.”
Matchmaker Elena strikes again. Tandy is a classically beautiful woman. She's an Ivy league grad, she cooks, and she speaks two languages. She is my type down to the black hair, and I would be more engaged if I weren't highly more interested in the woman next to me assaulting me for a bad joke.
“Jade, you’re beautiful, exactly like your mother and Callie,” Tandy says.
“Thank you,” she answers without looking up.
