Yes…Birthday BF. WTF Colt lol.
I laughed remembering I adding myself in her phone as Birthday BF:
I was predicting the future… be ready at 7
I just wanted to get through the rest of this workday without a raging boner. That was easier said than done. With every minute that passed, Nina’s beautiful face and silky skin appeared like a vision breaking up the monotony of the day.
A part of me wondered if this could be love, obsession, or simply lust. Once I’d had my fill, did I truly want to be in love? Or was this a passing thing? The more I thought about Nina, the more I realized I didn’t want this thing between us to end, so I’d never have to figure it out.
Chapter 7
Nina
Three dresses stared at me from my bed as I wondered which would be the best look for the night. I wish I knew where dinner was going to be. Since I didn’t, I went with old faithful; a little black dress with no sleeves, no straps. It was essentially a black tube of fabric that fit my curves like a glove.
I had this grand idea of having Colt peel me out of this dress to reveal this lavender satin panty set, but right now? All I had on were the heels and lingerie. Before I slipped into the dress, my phone rang through the app showing Colt through the camera at the main door entrance. I swiped to open and it buzzed to let Colt in. I threw on a silk robe to head toward the door, knowing Colt will be there at any second.
The doorbell rang just as I got to the door. My heart pounded as I wondered what his reaction would be. What I didn’t expect was my reaction to him. Colt Warner stood in front of me. His dark blonde hair looked soft to the touch, swept out of his face with his bold blue eyes tracing every inch of my silhouette to the point he licked his lips. My walls clenched at the memory of that glorious tongue tasting my body in ways that hadn’t been done since … shit … I couldn't even remember my last relationship.
I’d been so focused on work and growing my client list that love and dating didn’t fit into my schedule. Who had time to date when you’re trying to build an empire? Once I found my stride, I never wanted love or dating to distract me. I never wanted to end up back in the hood. That same neighborhood I knew Ray was from. That same neighborhood that was too close to these damn condos, and close enough to remind me my hustle came first.
“Are you going to invite me inside, or should I wait out here?” Colt asked with a sly grin on his face.
I held my hand out. The minute I felt the strength behind his touch, it sent shivers down my core. It was an unending pleasure that settled between my thighs, making me uncertain if I wanted to leave my place.
“Come on in, Mr. Warner.”
He moaned, “I don’t think anyone’s ever gotten an erection out of me by calling me Mr. Warner. I have one question.”
“What would that be?”
“Are you, uh, dressed for dinner?” He grinned before running his tongue over his top lip. His hand dropped out of mine to feel the hem of my robe that stopped just under my ass. The tips of his fingers slipped under it, cupping me from behind. The softness preceded the firm grip of his hand, pushing my back onto the nearest wall.
Colt caged me in his arms and let his head dip down into my neck. He inhaled me. His tongue slid an inch or so along my jawline before his mouth traced its path. He scrunched the bottom of my robe with his hands, opening it to reveal something I’d worn for him to see later.
“I planned for you to open this after dinner,” I told him.
“It’s my birthday and I want to open my gifts now,” he chuckled. I softly pushed him back, “let me finish getting ready and we will see about you opening gifts after I am fed.”
After that kiss, I had to change my whole lingerie set. I rushed to put on my dress and when I came out, I knew I picked the right one by the hungry look in Colt’s eyes and it was not because he was ready to eat food.
Chapter 8
Colt
We made it to dinner where Nina told me unimaginable tales of working as a freelance accountant. Her career and her success in spite of the obstacles amazed me. Where had she been my entire life?
The more we learned about each other, the more it ate at me that a woman of this caliber was roaming around the city, single and successful, and I’m only now just meeting her. There was a light in her eyes whenever she spoke about her job. She truly enjoyed it and I wondered what that felt like.
If I were honest with myself, I’d only gotten into finance because my parents told me to. They were both consultants and decided that I should be one as well. They didn’t care much about my other interests, and that was fine, I guess. It made me millions. The better I was at my job, the more they seemed to care.
Now, with Drew’s success as a professional football player, their attention seemed to focus on him. I was happy to get out from under their spotlight. It’s allowed me to see what I truly enjoy about my company and myself.
What have I learned?
Money.
Money was what I enjoyed about my company and my career. Outside of work, I worked out and enjoyed watching movies. That was a headline:Millionaire playboy loves to sit at home and watch movies. I wondered how Nina would feel about that.
