Page 7 of Tryst
That, too.
Aunt Callie laughs. “Oh, come on, Jade. You’re not a little girl anymore. We can talk about our sex lives in front of your mother, lecture free.”
“No thank you. No matter how old I get, ah…no.”
“My daughter has turned into such a prude since she's gone away to college.” Mom laughs.
If she only knew the truth, she'd stop talking. This thing with Ian and me, listening to my mother try to set my aunt up with my lover, trying to avoid a conversation about their sex life before me, and keeping this secret from them all is tying me up in all kinds of knots.
Iroll over in bedSunday morning around eleven o'clock. I usually don't sleep in this late, but after the spa, Mom and Aunt Callie thought it would be fun to go out for drinks and dinner. I agreed to go only if they didn't bring up my boss for the rest of the night. Luckily, my mother dropped the matchmaking for Aunt Callie and Ian.
A couple of drinks in and they thought it would be fun to find me a nice hot guy. Yeah, my night was complete with finding something wrong with every guy so I wouldn't have to talk to them. We all had one too many drinks, and I slipped up and told them I already have someone, who is older than me. They wouldn't stop badgering me until I said I was lying to get them to stop trying to pick up guys for me. What a night.
My phone rings, and I roll over on my stomach without checking to see who's calling. “Hello.”
“Can you come over?” Ian asks
“Hey, sexy. You're calling me on a Sunday morning.” I rub my eyes and stretch. It’d be nice to have his warm body next to mine. “Is there a work emergency? Did I mess something up in the office?”
“No. I want to see you. Meet me at my place,” he says nonchalantly.
“You‘ve never invited me over to your house to have sex—not once. The only places we have sex is at work or the occasional hotel room.” Yeah, I've noticed how he makes sure he doesn't take me anywhere that is too personal to him. Almost like a barrier to keep us from getting too emotionally attached, and blurring the lines between the arrangement we have.
“Jade, that's not all I want from you.”
“Isn't it? You haven't said otherwise.”
“Maybe I want to make up for overreacting on Friday. Let me. Come over. I won't ask again.”
I love when he gets that commanding tone in his voice, something I'm not used to from the guys I've been with. “Well then, how could I turn down your congenially stern invitation? What time should I be there and should my attire be more pussycat play or business casual, sir?”
“If your mouth keeps up with the smart talk, I'll put something in it to straighten it out real fast. Maybe you'll learn your lesson for smarting off with a sore jaw from the endless sucking you do so well, Ms. Hollister.”
Who's he kidding? That is not a punishment, more of a reward. “If that's my punishment, then I say fuck you, sir.”
“Nice try. But don't worry your pretty little head, that scene will happen. Prepare for an extra long coffee run come Monday morning. As for now, be here at three. Wear whatever you like. I'm sure you'll be beautiful, as always.”
Sometimes he surprises me by saying the sweetest things.
Two-thirty on the dot I'm buzzed up to his condo in the sky, in a pale blue floral sundress, kitten heel sandals, and my wavy hair loose over my shoulders. He opens the door with a smile, which curls my toes. He looks great as usual, bright green eyes popping with the same color as his button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, chinos, boat shoes, and a Piguet watch. He smells wonderful. I would love to bottle his scent and take it back with me at the end of this.
His eyes take in every inch of my body as if he's committing it to memory. Caressing over and under the curve of my breast, down to the dip in my waist over my hips, to my bare legs.
“I take it you like what you see.” I turn in a full circle showing off the goods he enjoys.
He pulls me into his arms laying a breath-stealing kiss on me, leaving me licking my lips when he releases me. “I love what I see. You never disappoint.”
“Are you firing me? Is that what's going on?“ I joke. “What's with all the compliments and sweet talk?”
He chuckles softly kissing my cheek. “I would never fire you. You're the best-damned intern I've ever had—it's not because of the sex. And before your mind starts working overtime, it hasn’t happened before and won't be happening again.”
I smile, and give him a brief kiss on the lips. “Good, now what's this all about?”
“You.”
“Me?” My brows pull together. “Is this like a date? I thought we didn't do that, wasn't our thing?”
“It is today. No more questions.” He closes the door and leads me to the elevator.
