“I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t thinking. If I’d realized it was you, I wouldn’t have?—”
“Called me a fuckstick?” I finish for her.
“You heard that part?” She grimaces. “That wasn’t really meant for you, sir. Obviously, I don’t think you are a fuckstick.Or maybe it’s not obvious, but I certainly would like for it to be obvious.” Her little nervous rambles are endearing. I think I like making her a little nervous.
“It’s fine, Ms. Thorn,” I assure her; she rewards me with a small smile, it’s even nicer than the ramble.
“What are you doing in this part of town?” she asks.
“I was just heading to dinner.” I’m not willing to admit I heard her mention her favorite restaurant the other day and wanted to try it myself. “You?”
“Leaving it.” She takes a deep breath, her breast rising and falling under her flimsy wet top. She isn’t wearing a bra tonight. I do not have to look hard to notice the exact size, shape and location of her nipples. I can’t help wondering what they taste like. One quick tug is all it would take. She’d be totally exposed, I could have my mouth on her breasts in moments, and?—
I tear my eyes from her chest.
“Special occasion?” I gesture at her outfit.
“It was supposed to be.”
“You look nice.”
“Please, I look like an absolute mess.” She chuckles and wipes at the makeup smeared under her eyes. Shivering she tugs her light jacket tighter across her chest.
“You don’t,” I say. Her face softens just a little. “You look—cold.” I shrug off my own jacket and drape it over her, hoping to remove a small amount of my temptation.
“Mr. Kwatch, I don’t want to get your clothes wet.” She protests lightly, but tugs the jacket a little closer. Putting her scent on it, putting my scent on her. My mate. A little shiver of excitement chases up my spine.
I wave my hand dismissively. “Where are you headed now?”
“Home,” she admits.
“Where is that?”
“Please, don’t go out of your way for me, sir.”
My cock jumps every time she calls me sir. “I won’t leave you stranded in this weather.”
“Really. I can walk. It’s just a few blocks from here, on Pine.”
I pass the directions on to my driver. Bay gives me a soft smile, and my chest squeezes. I could easily slip my hand up her thigh, shove beneath that skirt, have her riding my hand until she?—
My phone buzzes in my pocket—another notification, another email. I glare at the screen. Another inane work question. I type a quick clarifying response and press send before catching Bailey’s eye again.
“Did yours survive?” I ask. She gives me a questioning look, and I point to the phone in her hand. “Being thrown across the sidewalk?”
“It wasn’t thrown. I dropped it a reasonable distance.” She sticks her nose in the air before glancing down with a scowl and admitting, “I don’t think it survived. I can get a new one with my paycheck on Friday.”
“Friday? I can give you a new phone now.”
“I can buy my own, sir.”
I shift my legs as my cock twitches. “I get them for free all the time.” I pull an unopened box from the armrest of the car. “Everyone wants the owner of the largest computer security company to be seen using their phone.”
“You can’t do that.” She seems surprised at the offer.
“I can. I never got a free phone handed to me when I actually needed one. People who get the most free stuff are usually the people who need free stuff the least.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t accept a gift from you.”
