I laughed and replied that I was thrilled for her. She needed a great man, not just a good one. She had the kindest heart, the smartest brain, and a body to lick. It actually saddened me to know I could never be the one for her. I’d ruin it for us.
I didn’t have a policy about dating staff, or clients, for that matter, as long as the member of staff wasn’t working on that client’s account. If things worked out for Annie, then she knew I’d take over the account alone. I hoped she didn’t get pissed about that. I sighed. Life was too complicated sometimes.
Chapter Seven
I called Darryl later that evening, she congratulated me on winning the account and said that Mack had been really impressed with our pitch.
“Did you put in a good word?” I asked, not liking that thought.
“Nope. I didn’t even tell him I knew you until just before you arrived.”
I smiled into my cell phone. “What are you doing now?” I asked.
“Sitting on my bed, waiting for you to tell me to pleasure myself or whisk me off to dinner. You can bring Sally, so she won’t be alone,” she said.
“Nothing to say we can’t do both. Be ready in a half hour,” I said, and then disconnected the call.
I put a lot of thought into what I wore that evening. I skipped socks, opting to wear my Italian loafers. I had plans. Sally was thrilled for a ride in the car, she wagged her tail for the whole journey.
I pulled up and honked the horn. Darryl appeared wearing a summer dress and carrying a shawl. She waved and ran to the side of the car. I reached over to open the door for her. Sally jumped out and Darryl teased her into her house. She willingly followed her and was back in a flash.
“Are we going to fuck in here later? Please?” she asked, running her hands over the leather dash. I laughed.
Not far from where she lived was a small Italian restaurant. The typical type, checkered tablecloth with the candle in a wine bottle. It had a limited menu but, boy, was it great food. It was often packed but I’d called ahead and secured a table. I smiled further when I saw the table was toward the back and slightly shielded by a booth in front of it. Like a lot of small bistros, every available space was taken up with tables and chairs. We weaved between them and it was to my advantage. People were too close to see anything.
We sat and I ordered a carafe of wine and a bottle of water. Menus were left on the table.
“So,” I said.
“So,” she replied, and cocked her head to one side.
I smiled and slipped my foot from my shoe. I slid my leg forward and under her dress. It wasn’t her that gasped but me when I connected with bare flesh. She parted her legs and while we maintained a normal conversation, I rubbed her pussy with my toes.
The waiter appeared and took our order. Only once did her breath hitch as I curled my foot to rub harder. Maybe she didn’t have the restraint she told me she had.
“If you carry on, this is going to be aMeg Ryanmoment,” she whispered, and I noticed her cheeks had flushed.
“You like that, do you?”
“Yes, surprisingly. I don’t do feet normally, but it is rather erotic and as much as I’d rather you didn’t stop, enough for the moment so I can catch my breath, please?”
She’d used the word we had agreed on in our role-play, so I knew she meant it. I smiled and returned my foot to my shoe.
“Mack was rather taken with Annie, who I believe is a little jealous of us,” she said.
“Yes, I had that chat with her after we left. He called her; I’m pleased. She’s a nice woman, a good friend, and she needs a great man,” I said.
“He is, trust me.”
“Why did you divorce?” I asked, as the waiter placed our appetizers on the table.
“We married way too young. I guess we burned out,” she said, and her eyes filled with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry to bring that up,” I replied, and took her hand in mine. It was odd because I didn’t think either of us did intimacy.
She stared at our linked fingers. “So,” she said.
“So,” I replied.
