A Week in New York (The Empire State Series Book 1)

by Bay, Louise

  “You’re so good. Like, the best ever,” she said sleepily.

  “I bet you say that to all your lovers.”

  “Anything to keep all my men happy.” She opened her eyes and grinned at me.

  “Right, that’s it.” And I picked her up in my arms and strode in the sea to the tops of my thighs and dumped her into the cold water.

  She emerged her hair draped over her face. “Fuck! That’s arctic, you pig.”

  I laughed at her and she splashed me and then leapt on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I walked deeper into the ocean so the water was at waist height and I pushed her hair from her face.

  “I meant it. You gave me more orgasms during our first night together than any man has ever given me.”

  I felt like someone’s fist had tightened around my heart. “You don’t need to try to make me feel better.”

  “I mean it. You know my body better than anyone.” And she hugged me tight and I squeezed her back.

  We spent the rest of the morning walking along the shore, collecting shells that she said that she wanted to take back to London. There wasn’t a soul on the beach. Or maybe there was and we just didn’t see them.

  Chapter Twelve

  Anna

  “Have you forgotten anything?” Ethan bellowed from upstairs. He’d asked me about three times already. I didn’t forget things. That was not the type of thing I did. I was perched on my suitcase at the front door waiting for him.

  “I’m all set, as you say in this country.”

  “You don’t say that in England?”

  I shook my head. “Nope.”

  “Who knew?”

  “Everyone in England?”

  “You’re hilarious. Have you thought about taking your act on tour?”

  He made me laugh aloud. Only a very few people could make me laugh like that. “You’ve guessed my secret. I’m a closet stand-up comedian.”

  “Come on, crazy. Let’s get you back to the city.”

  I opened the front door and went to grab my suitcase, but Ethan beat me to it. He took his bag and my case out to the car.

  As Rory pulled out and I clicked on my seatbelt, I turned to him. “Thank you for a lovely weekend.”

  He looked at me, as if he was trying to uncover more meaning behind what I was saying. “Thank you. You’re great to hang out with.” He pulled my legs to his lap and stroked up and down as he watched me, watching him.

  “Are we going to go out tonight?” I asked him.

  He shook his head. I grinned. I guessed he’d want to make the most of the time we had left by keeping me naked.

  “Are you going to be busy this week at work?” I asked. We never talked about his work. I liked that about him. So many of the people I hung out with in London spent their free time talking about their jobs. I didn’t really ever notice it until I spent time with Ethan. We had everything else to talk about.

  “I’ll make sure I’m busy. I’ll need a distraction with you gone.”

  I knew how he felt. I was pleased that I was leaving the city, where reminders of him would be all around me. It would make it easier.

  I squeezed his hand.

  ***

  “Hey, sleepyhead.” I felt Ethan brushing my cheek and my eyes opened. How long had I slept? I had my head on his lap. I didn’t remember dozing off.

  “Hey, are we back?”

  “Almost,” he said. I looked out the window but didn’t recognize where we were. We turned and went into an underground parking lot. Rory pulled up and I heard the trunk pop. “We’re home. Come on.”

  I clamored out of the car, still a bit dazed from my nap. Why hadn’t he dropped us at the entrance? I said goodbye to Rory and caught up with Ethan, who was holding the door open for me. Through the door was a small elevator lobby.

  “I’m sleepy,” I said.

  “You can sleep when we get upstairs, beautiful.”

  “No, I need to wake up. I want to enjoy our last night together.”

  We stepped into the elevator when it arrived. It didn’t feel as if we’d gone many floors up when the doors opened and Ethan gestured for me to step out. This didn’t feel like the hotel.

  “Where are we?”

  “Home,” he said setting our bags down in the entrance lobby.

  “Home?”

  He nodded. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

  “Your home?”

  “Come on.” He took my hand in his as he opened the door into a huge white living space with dark wood floors. Two walls were just complete glass and you could hardly tell what belonged inside and what belonged outside.

  “This is where you live?” I asked. Mandy had told me that he didn’t bring women back to his place. Maybe he’d rented it.

  “Yes, crazyhead. I don’t live in the hotel.”

  “Oh,” I said.

  “Are you disappointed? The view isn’t as good.”

  “No, I just…” I wandered over to the window. How could he think I would be disappointed? “I didn’t know, you know. And are you kidding me? It looks like we’re floating on the water. Is that the Hudson?”

  I looked back to him and he was grinning. “Yeah, it’s great isn’t it?”

  “You’re just trying to impress me, hoping I will give up my virtue. It’s very manipulative, Mr. Scott.”

  As I stood looking out he came to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rested my arms on his. “I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. I told you that the first night we met,” he said softly.

  I leaned my head back to rest on his chest. “You did, and you’ve kept your word. I’ve had an incredible week with you, Mr. Scott. I’ll remember it forever.”

  He squeezed me tighter. “Follow me. I want to see you come in my bed.”

  Immediately I felt heat between my legs at his words and I grabbed his hand as he led me through a door at the far end of the room. We went down a long, windowless corridor and then into a dark room. It was a complete contrast to the airiness of the living space. He switched the lights on low and closed the door behind me. I watched him as I shifted from one foot to the other, his blue eyes burning with desire just as they always did before he had me. He stepped forward as I stepped back. And then my ass hit the wall and he kept coming toward me. He placed his hands either side of my head and then bent toward my lips.

  “Kiss me,” he said.

  I trailed my fingers up his chest. And then up his neck, I brushed my thumbs across his lips. His eyes closed and I knew I had to remember his face just like that. My hands reached around his neck and I pulled him toward me. I took his bottom lip between his teeth, like I knew he liked, and then sucked and bit. I pushed my tongue against his and he reached around me and cupped my ass. I loved his obsession with it and I grinned against his lips. Kissing him was not like kissing anyone I’d kissed before. I realized that, from now on, there would be a Before Ethan and an After Ethan divide in my life. Before Ethan, kissing was always a prelude to the real stuff, but I could kiss Ethan forever. I was sure that he could make me come just by kissing me, with no other part of his body touching me. I sighed. And he pulled me away from the wall and walked me over to the bed. I held my hands up above my head and, breaking our kiss for just a second, he stripped my shirt from me in one quick movement.

  ***

  “Give me your phone,” I said to Ethan. He had ordered Chinese and we were sitting on his sofa picking at the 187 dishes he’d had delivered. I was wearing a Columbia University T-shirt I’d found on a chair. He was in his boxers. It might have been the best evening this week, and that was saying something.

  Ethan got up, walked to the console table on the other side of the room where his phone was, and came back and handed it to me.

  I tapped and scrolled, trying to find my name in his contacts. “I can’t find me,” I said, looking up at him. He took the phone from my hands pressed some buttons and then handed it back. I was un
der Beautiful Anna. Oh, sweet mother of god, why couldn’t I find a man like this in London?

  I brought up the menu and hit delete and then tried to find our text messages.

  “What are you doing?” he asked me gently.

  “Deleting me from your phone,” I replied, while scrolling through his messages. He didn’t respond.

  “This is going to be harder than it should be for me, and I need to make sure there’s no ambiguity left behind. No promises to break, no room for disappointment.” I knew that if I left him a way to contact me, I would spend my days back in London wishing and hoping. When I wasn’t looking, Ethan had gone from Uncomplicated Fun to something else. I didn’t want to think what. I deleted our message thread. Done. We were done after tonight. My stomach churned and I felt something in the back of my throat.

  He reached for me and dragged me on to his lap, my phone still in my hands as he pushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed my neck. He wasn’t making this easier.

  “Sometimes I forget that I didn’t know you my whole life,” I said.

  “Anna,” he replied and kissed my neck again. “My beautiful Anna, I’d never break a promise to you.”

  I turned and held his face in my hands. “I know you think you wouldn’t, but it’s inevitable. And I can’t do it again,” I said, dropping my hands to my lap. “I can’t hope or wish for anything but a perfect evening this evening, which is what this is. Thank you, Ethan. You put my heart back together and made me believe there could be something better out there.”

  He didn’t say anything. Part of me was relieved—but there was something, a voice right at the back of my head, that was urging him to ask me to stay, to tell me we could be together, we could make it work between us, that it wasn’t just a fling for him, that he felt something. Something more, something different. I wanted him to tell me that he felt for me what I felt for him. But I got silence.

  No promises, no ambiguity, no bullshit.

  Ethan

  I didn’t know what to say. She sounded so sad. I wanted her. I wanted her to live in the city and for us to hang out and date and all that stuff. But she was right. She lived 3,000 miles away and we’d known each other a week. She’d seen parts of me I’d never shown anyone, but we’d still known each other for a week. And I’d never had a relationship with a woman that lasted more than four hours. A week was a lifetime in my world, but in reality it was still a week. Fuck. It was an impossible situation and she was making the right decision. The sensible decision.

  If we stayed in touch, how would that play out? My job wouldn’t allow me to fly out to London regularly, and even if it did we’d probably only see each other once a month or something. I’d seen plenty of relationships poisoned by distance. I didn’t want to poison what we had. I didn’t want her to end up hating me. This week we’d escaped reality. There’d been no expectation, no everyday shit to muddy the waters. But still, there was something between us. Did she feel it?

  She picked up her phone and started prodding at it. Presumably deleting me. Maybe it was because she felt something that I’d just been deleted.

  I needed to let her walk away.

  No promises, no ambiguity, no bullshit.

  ***

  My hands tightened in hers as I pushed into her. I watched her below me. Her mouth opened a fraction wider as I pushed right up to the hilt. Jesus, she felt amazing. Her eyes never left mine as I began my rhythm above her. God, I would miss this. I would miss watching her reaction to me. I captured her nipple in between my teeth. She arched into me. I bit down and she screamed.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered as I switched to her other breast. “So fucking incredible.” I felt her pussy tighten and I groaned. Jesus, I was going to come in about twenty seconds if she kept that up.

  “Ethan,” she moaned.

  “Tell me, baby.” I loved it when she told me what she wanted, what she liked.

  “Don’t ever stop.”

  I knew I could fuck this woman, and only this woman, for the rest of my life. My thrusts came harder and deeper. I could tell she was close.

  “You don’t want me to ever stop fucking you?”

  “No, not ever. I need you inside me all the time,” she whimpered.

  God, she could be my undoing. I watched her as her breath hitched and she fought against my hands that pinned her to my bed. Beautiful. And mine, for tonight.

  I saw her orgasm pass over her as her face tensed and then relaxed.

  “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she cried out.

  She made me feel like a god. She squeezed her thighs against me, and before I had a chance to stop it I was emptying myself in her. Her pleasure had become my trigger.

  I slumped forward, putting all my weight on her, stretching our arms out, my body touching as much of her body as possible.

  “You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” she said, her voice returning to normal after her breathless panting of mid-orgasm words. I wasn’t sure which I preferred.

  “Right back at you, beautiful.”

  I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could look at her. She looked at her best like this. Post orgasm. Like she belonged to me.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” I said and I moved out of her and disposed of the condom.

  I pulled her perfect ass toward me and wrapped my arms around her waist. I loved how she fit so exactly.

  “I need you to do something for me tomorrow,” she said.

  “Anything.”

  “Even if you think it’s weird?”

  “Even if I think it’s weird,” I reassured her.

  “When we say goodbye tomorrow, I need you to act like we’re going to see each other again that evening. Like it’s just like the last seven mornings.”

  I felt like someone punched me in the gut. And a piece of me broke.

  Anna

  Daniel was staying in New York, so it was just Leah and me flying back together. We were flying first class, thanks to Daniel. All that meant to me was unlimited booze—and I needed to get smashed. I needed to erase Ethan Scott from every corner of my mind.

  “Can I get you something from the bar, miss?” the flight attendant asked.

  “Sure. Can I get a whiskey, please?” Oh god, whiskey reminded me of him. “Actually, make that champagne, please.” She nodded. “Actually, can you make that two?” I got a tight smile but at least she didn’t dare say anything.

  “Are you ok?” Leah asked.

  “Of course I’m ok,” I snapped. “Sorry. I just need a drink. I’m a nervous flyer.”

  “Yeah, right. It’s ok to be upset.”

  “No, Leah, it’s not. It’s not ok at all. I knew the guy for a week. I’m being ridiculous and I just need a drink.”

  “When it works it works. I knew with Daniel on the first date. I tried to fight it. I was engaged to another man, for crying out loud, but I knew.”

  “Even if I did know, it doesn’t even matter. We live on different continents. And anyway, it’s done. We haven’t got each other’s numbers.”

  “What do you mean? You texted each other, of course you have each other’s numbers.”

  “I deleted them. On both our phones. It was a fling, Leah. I can’t have myself think it was anything else. It’s better this way.”

  She squeezed my knee. “Well, at least you know there are good guys out there. We can find you someone else when you get back. Daniel has a cute friend, Adam, who’s available.”

  Leah was just trying to be nice, but there was nothing I would like less than to think about dating someone else. I was going to let myself wallow for a little bit. I’d drink a bit too much, eat a bit too much, and work long hours. Then when I felt at an all-time low, I’d pick myself up and start again.

  No promises, no ambiguity, no bullshit.

  Anna and Ethan’s story continues in Autumn in London. See next page for a sneek preview.

  An extract from Autumn in London

  Ethan

  I
didn’t like flying, especially long haul. But today it didn’t bother me. I had too much to distract me from the fact that we were 30,000 feet up in a metal tube and the pilot was probably asleep, drunk, or fucking the cabin crew. I had too much to think about. Tomorrow was a big day. I had to prepare.

  I hadn’t read the communications pack that had been sent to my apartment yesterday. We were having interviews with press all day Monday, the day after I arrived, and before that a meeting with the staff to announce the merger.

  And then there was Anna to think about. I should never have brought her back to my apartment on that last night. Since then, I’d seen her in every room. She looked so fucking amazing coming in my bed. It’s all I can see when I try to sleep in there. I’d actually started sleeping in the guest room because those images of her won’t leave me.

  When the tin tube in which I was so precariously sitting hit the tarmac at London Heathrow in about six hours, we would be in the same city. Breathing the same air. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

  I knew I wanted to fuck her again, but I knew that my dick didn’t always have my best interests at heart. My brain knew I didn’t need the distraction. And she might be distracted with someone else. It had been months, and she had an appetite as voracious as my own.

  The thought churned my stomach. I hoped it was her vibrator keeping her hunger at bay, not some prick who didn’t know how to make her come.

  “Would you like another whiskey, sir?” The blond flight attendant leaned over to me, giving me a view of her less-than-perfect tits.