Okay, I'll put them away when we return.
The red evening dress is stunning!
Thank you. I've never worn anything so gorgeous in my life.
He's going to enjoy showing you off.
At exactly fifteen minutes, I'm standing next to the couch, looking down at the man that has my heart twisted into a tangled mess. Dominic's 'showing you off' comment made my heart soar that Bastian will want to, but then it crashed because he's not showing off a girlfriend.
I reach down to touch his shoulder to wake him, but he opens his eyes, so I stop in midair and inform him. "It's been fifteen minutes."
"Mmm," he says and closes his eyes.
Before I can turn to walk away, he holds his hand up. I stare at it, knowing he expects me to take it, and when I hesitate, he says, "Either give me your hand so I can kiss it or lean down and kiss my lips."
I decide to be honest with him. "Bastian, I can handle the sexual benefits we agreed to indulge in, so our attraction doesn't interfere with my job performance. But, honestly, when you're sweet and treat me like I'm more than that, my heart is going to have a hard time not believing it. I thought I could handle it, but I don't know now."
He swings his legs off the sofa and sits up. He studies me for a moment, then he smirks as he walks up to me, and I feel myself trembling inside. He leans his head forward and nuzzles my hair as he unbuttons my shirt. Then he pushes the fabric away and exposes my shoulder. He places a sweet kiss that melts my mind into a puddle of willing mush. "The car should be here by now. Are you ready?"
27
Sebastian
On the elevator ride down,Samaera stands quietly by my side. As soon as we entered, she tried to button her blouse, but I pushed her hands away. Oddly enough, I discovered when I exposed her cleave to kiss her shoulder the sight relaxed me, and now I'm enjoying staring at it. Plus, I find it amusing that she keeps cutting her eyes at me, uncomfortable that she's not 'all put together.'
When the doors open, she waits for me to exit first, but I shake my head. "No, ma'am. I enjoyed the sway of your ass in those high heels this morning. I am not going to deny myself the pleasure ever again."
"But the boss should lead the way. Not the subordinate. Otherwise, it presents the wrong impression."
"It's either twitch for me, or I'll hold your hand."
She sighs deeply, shrugging her shoulders once with disapproval, and takes the first step out. I chuckle as I follow far enough behind to enjoy the enticing swing of her hips and her hair. Her heels click on the marble floor, echoing in the large empty space.
She has no idea how beautiful she is.
Halfway across, she turns her attention to the front corner, and I glance over. There is a sign crew hanging banners. She stops and waits for me. "There's a signing this week?"
"Apparently."
She swipes her phone and says, "It's not on your calendar."
"That's because I don't attend them."
"But how do you avoid them going up to your office? Is there another entrance I don't know about?"
I place my hand on her back and encourage her to keep walking. She is so distracted by this news she doesn't fuss about my hand staying on her, and I play with her hair. "I work Monday through Wednesday. They are scheduled on Thursdays, Fridays, or Saturdays when I'm off."
She stops just short of Rufus, and so I stop too. "Where do you work on Thursday and Friday?"
"I don't."
"What do you do?"
"I play golf or tennis. Occasionally, if the weather is bad, I play handball or ratchet ball." I place my hand on her back again, but she doesn't move. Apparently, she's very stunned by this news.
"What will I do? Am I off then?"
"No, babe. Remember, you're with me twenty-four, seven."
