“Nick! Nick, wait up!”
I knew she'd come for me.
Turning around, I see Misty as she waves her hand, and hurries to catch up with me. Her tits bounce gently as she half jogs to my side.
“What?” I ask. I force myself to sound annoyed, my tone sharp and short. If she knew how much I'm enjoying myself, it would ruin our cat and mouse game.
She holds out her hand and tries to force a relaxed smile. “Listen, about last night—”
“What about it?” Arching a brow, I tip my head.
“I didn't. . .” Misty starts to pick at her lips again. It's a nervous habit, something she probably doesn't even realize she's doing. “I didn't know who you were, I swear. If I had. . .” she says, not completing her thought.
Shrugging a shoulder, I keep my voice cold. “If you had, then what? You wouldn't have let me fuck you?”
Her eyes jump open and her lips thin.
Didn't expect that, did you?
Her lip curls as she rests her hand on her hip. “I just don't want what happened between us to affect Vanessa and the bakery. I'm not sure what you're thinking, I just don't want you to blame her for anything. All right?”
“Blame her?” Smirking, I take a long step forward, making her step back uncomfortably. “No one's at fault here, Misty, neither of us knew. I didn't know who you were, you didn't know who I was, we're even. But,” I say, reaching out, and taking a loose strand of her hair, and twist it around my fingers, “I won't lie and say I wasn't a little upset to wake up in an empty bed this morning.”
She hangs her head, obviously a little embarrassed by her choice. “I just wanted to keep things simple. No names, no one getting the wrong message, no expectations; just sex, and that's it.”
“Well, looks like your plan just got more complicated now, didn't it?” My eyes slip down her chest, watching her breathing increase and her nipples harden.
They bead under her shirt, turning into little pebbles. Licking my lips, they get firmer and more defined. My cock jerks in my pants, ready and willing to fuck her right here and now.
She swallows hard, and I watch the lump get stuck in her throat. It jumps softly, and she has to swallow again. “Look, I didn't mean to offend you by leaving. Just don't take it out on Vanessa, she has no idea we hooked up.”
“So you want me to keep it a secret?”
Nodding, she clamps her hands together in front of her waist. “That would be great.”
Stroking my jaw, I let my eyes stay firmly on hers. “And what do I get out of this? What are you going to do for me to keep this little secret of yours?”
“It's not just my secret, it's yours too.”
“No.” I take another step toward her, she holds her ground. We're toe to toe, so close I can smell the lavender shampoo in her hair. It heats my core, making my stomach knot and my balls draw up against my body. I want her so fucking bad it's killing me. “I don't give a shit who knows we fucked last night. It was just sex, Misty, like you said. But, if you want me to keep my mouth shut, maybe you need to make it worth my while.”
“Yeah, no thanks. We had our fun, and now it's over. I'm just asking for some discretion, that's it.”
Chuckling, I thumb my bottom lip and smirk. “You do realize I'm your boss now, right?”
She folds her arms across her chest, kicking her hip out as she glares up at me. “That's not how this is going to work, Nick.” Her lips curl down, and her pupils turn to pin pricks.
“But it's the truth. You had your first assignment last night, now I have a new one for you.”
Misty's about to go off on me, it's written all over her face that I just pissed her off. Her nose crinkles in the center, her brows drop hard, her lips thin. Growling, she throws up her hand, and I ready myself for a slap.
“Oh, there you two are!” Vanessa yells from the door, running up to us. “I just got a call from Lewis up in the New Hampshire—”
Cutting her off, I smile confidently. “It's all taken care of,” I say, resting a hand on my chest. “He called me earlier, that's who I was talking to, and I didn't want to worry you. It's all set. Tomorrow, Misty and I are going to head up there and take care of everything.”
Misty's body stiffens as her head slowly twists back in my direction. Vanessa lets out a big gust of air as she rests anxious hands on her knees.
“Oh, thank God. I had no idea how I was going to get up there, because this definitely can't wait.” She grabs Misty and hugs her. “Thank you, you're a life saver, you know that?” Pushing out her arms, Vanessa has a warm smile on her face. “I'll get you all the information I have so far on the place.”
“Van—”
“Perfect,” I chime in, not giving Misty a chance to back out. “We'll leave in the morning. I'll pick you up at nine.” Taking out my phone, I slip a finger across the screen. “What's your number? I'll text you mine, and you can send me your address.”
“How about I just meet you here at nine, I think that'll work better for me.”
She's avoiding giving me anything more than her name. And I'm lucky to even have that. If luck wasn't in the cards for me, she'd just be a face in my memory, and a body I'd never forget. But, I do have her name, I stole it without her permission.
“Have it your way, just don't be late,” I say. I'll let her have this one, she can take the lead, and I'll just follow.
Because by the time I'm done with her, she'll be begging me to fuck her.
4
Misty
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Looking over the clothes I have out on the bed, I think I have everything I'll need, so I pack them in my suitcase. I'm regretting agreeing to this. I'm going to be in a car with Nick for over four hours. Just us, no one else.
No one else. My stomach clenches at the thought, filling with butterflies.
Zipping up my suitcase, I glance in the mirror as I walk by. Picking up the lip gloss off my dresser, I spread it over my lips, and smile.
Here we go.
I'm not sure what to expect on this trip, and I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm a little bit nervous. Our night together is all I can think about. It was incredible. His hands were rough, his mouth greedy, his cock hard as steel as he drove in deep. . .
I'm wet just thinking about it. How am I going to survive this?
Pulling up the handle on my suitcase, I roll it to the curb and hail a cab. The entire ride to the bakery to meet Nick my belly is getting hotter and hotter, my hands are clammy, and I feel sick to my stomach.
The taxi slows, and as I open the door and look up, he's leaning against the building with his foot up against the wall.
Fuck, he looks so damn good.
In fitted jeans, chucks, and a plain blue t-shirt, the simplicity is jaw dropping. The fabric of his short sleeves squeezed his biceps, and his muscles bite back, threatening to tear the stitches apart.
His hair is loose, moving easily across his forehead as the wind blows. A cut jawline, sharp with angles, and a light shadow of hair, make my thighs clench together and my pussy tingle. Even behind the sunglasses I feel the heat off his eyes, and my entire body ignites like a fuse.