“I guessed right? Or are you just saying that?” His eyes on mine seem to see right through my dress, as if he’s remembering earlier at the office.
“You did guess right.” My fingers slip along the stem of my water goblet.
“If it’s not to your liking, I’ll have them bring you something else,” he says, and I feel myself blushing with a sudden shyness I haven’t felt in years. Not since I was a girl. There’s no place for shyness in a business career like mine. Adrian puts a hand to my face and runs his thumb over my cheek.
“You get to me, Adrian.”
“That seems fair, since you get to me as well.” Butterflies stir and I can’t help it. “Are you always like this?” I question but all I’m rewarded with is a charming, knowing smirk before we’re interrupted.
The waiter reappears, and there’s distance between us again. In his starched black uniform, the waiter sets out a wineglass. Then he shows Adrian the bottle, and at Adrian’s nod he opens it and pours a sip or two. Adrian tastes it. The waiter watches him the same way I’m watching him. Probably too closely. He lets the wine linger on his tongue before swallowing it and giving the waiter a nod.
He fills my glass and places it in front of me, murmuring his replies to our thank-yous, and Adrian curls his fist around his own glass. Whiskey, on the rocks.
I watch him take the first sip and notice the way his shoulders relax.
“Is this how you are with all your employees?” I ask.
Adrian raises an eyebrow. “I haven’t slept with an employee ever, actually.”
“Why do I find that hard to believe?” I arch an eyebrow, leaning in, trying to flirt with him.
He answers me in an utterly serious tone. “Because you don’t trust me and seem to hold a rather low opinion of me.”
I jerk back a few inches, shock settling in. Is he really offended by this? We just had sex on his desk, in his office, at work. The only boundary was that it was slightly after 6:00 p.m. “I didn’t mean to imply that I think poorly of you. And for the record, it’s because you exude sex appeal so I imagine you could sleep with anyone you wanted.”
Adrian chuckles, his rough short laugh a baritone rumble in his chest, and it breaks up the tension. “You do seem very hesitant around me. Is there something I can do to ease that?” His words fall slowly, drifting to the pressed and starched linen tablecloth as his eyes drop to my breasts. “To break the ice, perhaps?”
“You have a reputation, Adrian.”
“Everyone does, Suzette. It doesn’t mean that’s who we are. One person could tell you I’m loyal to a fault, another that I’m a miserable asshole. Both could very well be honest impressions of me. So, believe them both.”
Before I can even respond, we’re interrupted yet again.
“Excuse me, sir.” The waiter steps to the side of the table and passes a folded note to Adrian.
With Adrian’s nod we’re alone again, although I might well not exist.
He reads it, tucks the thick white note card into his pocket, and checks his phone.
My stomach drops. “Is everything all right?”
His phone goes back into his pocket. “As all right as it always is.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I gather my courage for the next question, which I should have asked before I fucked him. “There isn’t another woman, is there?”
“No.” The answer comes quickly and decisively, and I believe him. “I haven’t had a sexual partner for the better part of a year.”
The handle of my fork rests in my fingertips, but I drop it back down to the empty small plate again. “No other man?” he questions in turn.
“No.” It’s a relief to hear that. A bigger relief than I would have thought. “And we’re to be discreet?” Adrian finishes.
“Yes,” I say.
“Work during the day, and play at night?”
“Yes,” I answer.
His eyes narrow. “I like when you answer me like that, a single word rushing out of your perfect, parted lips.” His gaze burns. “I’d like to see those lips when I—”
Adrian gets another text and curses under his breath. He’s not the only one. My phone buzzes too.
It’s from Maddie: Hey! Are you coming?
“Oh … I’m so sorry.” I push my hair back from my face and brace myself with both hands on the table. “I’m supposed to meet a friend tonight. I completely forgot.”
Of the three women I’m closest to, Maddie is like my little sister. She’s also going through a breakup and relying heavily on company to keep her from texting the asshole when she feels lonely.
“I can’t believe I forgot.”
“No time to eat?” he questions, not pressuring me in the least. His phone buzzes yet again before I can even answer, and he closes his eyes, visibly annoyed.
“I’m sorry, I really have to go. She’s a good friend of mine and I don’t know how it could have possibly slipped my mind that we had plans.” I swallow down the horrible feeling of failing her, knowing exactly how I came to forget about anything other than the man seated in front of me. “I’m going to take a cab.”
“If you insist.”
“I’m afraid I do, Mr. Bradford.” As I speak, I stand and he mirrors the motion.
“No longer Adrian?”
He holds his hand out to me and it takes me a minute to understand what he wants. “I’ll walk you out.”
It’s almost unreal what a gentleman this man is after hours. “Will you be so kind to me tomorrow?” I question as if it’s banter, but the truth is obviously buried there.
It only takes one motion from Adrian for the doorman to bring around a taxi for me. The night has fallen dark and the chill brings me closer to Adrian as the car pulls up.
“Phone.” He says the one word and I hand him my phone without question. Adrian frowns down at the screen while he types something. It’s his number. His fingers fly across the screen. I’ll probably find out he’s sent a text to himself with my number.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, handing it back to me. “Perhaps you’ll give me the opportunity to play with you once the clock strikes six.”
Adrian
It takes great effort not to let on that my pants are tight from my little vixen’s text messages. I’m certain Wyatt wouldn’t appreciate that fact.
With that being said, it’s my office. My meeting.
And if I want to read the filthy things she’s messaging, I’ll damn well do as I please.
I’ll have to scold her when I see her. Not now, while she’s working, when I’m not buried deep inside her and she has nowhere to go.
Scrolling through the last messages she sent, I have to readjust in my seat.
Suzette Parks has a very dirty mouth and I want to do very dirty things to it.
It’s work hours, though, so I don’t respond to the three she’s sent me.
This morning was one thing, and technically I started the “sexting games” as she called it.
No panties today. I want to fuck you without having to rip them off.