Vivian seemed like she had herself together when she walked back in with a cup of coffee. I sat her down at my desk, moving into another chair and pressing close to her. I reached across to point things out to her or move the mouse when I needed to, always making sure to touch her. She gave me several confused looks in return. I saw the heat, as well as some pain in her eyes and I covered her hand with mine as she pressed her lips together. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. We continued with the training and she seemed to be catching on quickly. As we worked, tension continued to build up in the room. I never felt this before and I inhaled the light citrus perfume that she used. It made me hungry for more than just dinner tonight. I stared at the soft curls hanging down her back as she read over the large number of emails that I received on a daily basis. “Every day?”
“Yes,” I responded with laughter in my voice. “You can break it down into spam, new clients, and current clients, and then go from there. I have a response set up for the new clients, that they’ll be contacted within twenty-four hours by one of our representatives. You can send that out first and work on the current ones after that. You can discuss any issues they’re having with me and if I can’t help, I’ll let you know whom you can forward the email to. It sounds time-consuming, but it’s not too bad once you get used to it.” She shook her head.
“That sounds like an all-day project to me,” she murmured as I smiled and placed my hand on her lower back, stroking her gently. My cock hardened as I felt her heat and smelled her scent, making me want her right now. This was becoming so much more than crossing off a name on a list. She turned to look at me. “What else will I be doing?”
“We’ll work together on various things. I am a busy man here.” I stared into her eyes as Vivian licked her lips slowly, blue eyes stormy as she met my gaze.
We went on to complete the training. Afterwards, I showed her to her office, watching her look around before she walked to the window. It offered another incredible view.
I went out to lunch, letting Vivian adjust to her new working environment. I asked if she wanted me to bring her back anything, but she shook her head and thanked me. I left to meet with some of the top employees of the company to discuss strategy. Vivian and I were going to dinner tonight under the guise of business, even though I knew that it had nothing to do with work. I just wanted her alone in a good setting where we could talk and catch up, maybe with some wine and candlelight. I wanted to woo her. This was more of an effort than I’d taken with other women but I sensed that Vivian was closed off somehow. It would take some time to earn her trust and I wondered who hurt her so badly to make her walls be up this high.
I returned after lunch and took her around the building with me while I took care of some things before it was five and her shift ended. I asked her if she wanted me to pick her up at home for the dinner but Vivian hesitated as she looked at me.
“Where do you live?” I asked her. She looked at me shyly.
“Brooklyn. I wasn’t planning on going home beforehand. It doesn’t really make sense to be home for a few minutes only to leave again.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I had my driver bring me in today. Want to leave a little early and have a drink at the restaurant?”
She considered the offer before she nodded. “Sure. Is that what the others are going to do?”
Shit. She thought this was a group dinner. “I’m not sure but we’ll find out,” I mumbled. She gave me a curious look and reached for her purse as she shut down the computer. I let her walk out of the office first, staring at her gorgeous ass. I closed her door a little too loudly and then locked mine for the night.
Others were leaving as well as we walked towards the elevator. There was a lot of chatter about the upcoming weekend and events that were happening, but Vivian remained quiet and just looked around with a sense of awe in her eyes. It seemed like she hadn’t experienced the city properly yet since she’d moved here. How come? There were enough young people around here to go out with and have a good time. I knew that was the first thing I did when I arrived here.
I opened the door to my limo as she parted her lips in a smile, sliding in as I followed. “You are rich, aren’t you?”
“I made my money through hard work, Vivian. You know where I came from.” She nodded. We pulled away from the curb and she looked at the city as we drove, caught up in the lights and action. “Have you been around the city much?” I asked. She shook her head and turned her face away from me.
She was silent when we walked into the restaurant. She slipped the sweater off to reveal her curves which got me hard instantly. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and walked to the front to tell them my name. The black-haired girl gave me a long look as she gathered up two menus. She handed them to a waitress who was taking me in openly. But I had only eyes for Vivian tonight. We walked through the intimate, low-lit dining room to a table in the back of the room near a fireplace. It was a small table and Vivian looked at me with accusatory eyes. “Nobody else is coming, are they?”
I just stared back at her as she sighed.
“I’m not going out with you, Carter. This is just a job.” Vivian looked past me and shook her head as a hint of resolve burned in her eyes.
I leaned in closely after we’d ordered some wine and described to her everything that I had done to her before and that I wanted to repeat. I described some of my favorite activities as she blushed furiously. I had a good idea of what she liked from before and there was so much more to do now that I was older and more experienced.
Chapter 7 - Vivian
I looked at Carter as he spoke, remembering the things we used to do. God, he was digging so deep into my soul as he spoke and my body reacted strongly. I felt my nipples harden and ache as I sipped the wine. I looked around the place as he kept talking, so sure of himself and his performance as he described a particularly erotic act. It was such an upscale, romantic restaurant but he was making it dirty and I pressed my thighs together.
He told me how he was going to suck on my clit and I sucked in my breath and reached for my water. I needed a break and I looked to the back to see where the bathrooms were. “Excuse me. I need to use the ladies room,” I told him breathlessly as I pushed back from the table. I’d been turned on all day being with him and I needed some relief.
I looked around the room as I walked, turning my head to see Carter watching me. I shivered when he smiled at me with a knowing look in his eyes.
Why did I wear this dress? I was caught up in a memory and it was stupid. I looked around the restaurant as I faced forward, seeing couple and groups laughing and talking. They looked like they belonged here in this city. I questioned whether I did.
I walked into the huge bathroom, seeing a lobby area with couches and tables. Shaking my head, I walked through it and found another room with several stalls. I made my way to one in the back, locking the door as I sat down on the toilet seat.
It smelled like peaches in here. I frowned as I ran my hands up my thighs, over the dress. I was so turned on and getting needy about it. His voice when he described what he wanted to do to me touched me deep inside and I played back the moment when he walked into that room for the interview.
Carter was always gorgeous, but the years had made him a man. He seemed to be taller and in the best shape, I’d ever seen him in. That was saying a lot since he used to play hockey. He had become a confident and playful man. I sensed that there was a sweet person underneath this flirtatious exterior, or maybe I just wanted him to be that way.
I leaned back and slid my dress up as I gave in to my desire. I spread my legs wide and listened for anyone else in the room. My hand slipped under the lace of my underwear. It was drenched and I sighed as I found my hard clit, ready for all of Carter’s carnal promises. I stroked myself as liquid slid down my inner thigh and I felt the pressure building inside of me. Oh, God.
I played his voice in my mind as I touched and stroked my core. I felt myself
nearing the edge as I remembered the last time we were together. It ripped my insides apart when he left and once I knew that I was carrying his baby, I broke inside. I knew that I wouldn’t want another man for a long time, if ever. I was done.
I wanted him now. I bit my lip as I slid a finger inside of myself and thumbed my clit, hard and fast. I wanted him inside of me as I started to come, biting my lip to stay quiet when I just wanted to scream his name. I shuddered as I exploded, feeling it everywhere in my body as I gasped. I dropped my hand down and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.
I wished to hell that was enough to stay focused the rest of the night. I leaned forward and breathed in. Now it smelled like peaches and sex in here.
I cleaned myself up, fixed my clothes and stood. I had trouble walking as I headed towards the sink. Jesus, I didn’t even kiss him and I was already weak in the knees, as well as everywhere else.
I washed my hands and pressed a cold paper towel to my face. I breathed in deeply and stared into the mirror, seeing my flushed face and bright eyes. It had been a long time since I looked this way. I left the bathroom, feeling a little careless. I strode back to the table to sit down, seeing that the food was there.
“I’m starving,” I said, picking up my fork and smiling sweetly at him.
“What were you doing in there for so long?” Carter asked as I looked at him. He leaned in and inhaled as I shivered, still damp with desire. “Mmmm, I like that.”
I knew that he could smell me. I looked down at my plate, my stomach growling with hunger. I started to eat as he leaned back and cut his steak in silence for a moment.
We started talking about my coming to New York. I left Mason out of the story completely. I was just a girl who came to be with a friend and get a job after college. That should sound familiar to Carter since he did the same thing, but he kept asking me questions.
Every look was full of heat and every word that he spoke made me aroused all over again. He told me about all his hard work and what he did to get there, respecting him for it while hating him for leaving me. I hated him for all the nights that I was taking care of Mason alone, barely able to keep my eyes open during the day.
But even through all of that, I wanted him. We ate and drank, while the sexual tension between us reached new heights. I slowly sipped the wine as we kept talking. Carter finally stood up after paying the bill and offered me his hand. I took it. We walked out to the car where he let me in first. He followed and closed the door. He was on me before I knew it, his hands cupping my face as he brushed his lips against mine. I gasped. “Did it feel good?”
“What?” I whispered as he kissed me again.
“Touching yourself in the bathroom,” he said before kissing my neck. “I knew that I got to you.” He backed up against the seat and rolled me to a straddling position over his body. “I knew that you felt it. I knew that you wanted me, too.”
He slipped one hand in my hair and the other around my back before claiming my lips with his. I felt like a teenager again as our tongues danced. The difficulties of life faded away. I had freedom and this boy wanted me. He wanted me again and he’d make everything better.
Carter directed his driver to an ice cream store. We walked inside the run-down building and ordered cones. We took them back to the car and he told the guy to keep driving around the city for a while so we could eat.
I ate so fast that it gave me an ice cream headache, just so I could kiss him again. I was in his lap before he rolled over and pressed me to the seat, his hand running over my body. He didn’t touch me anywhere that I needed him too, his tongue manipulating mine, making me forget all logic.
I was all his as we kissed. His mouth moved over the skin of my neck as he settled between my legs. This felt natural. This felt right.
He was just starting to pull my dress down when I heard my phone ringing in my purse. I wanted to ignore it so badly but I knew that very few people called me. The ones that did would call about Mason. I sighed as I dropped back. “I should answer that.”
Carter pulled away, looking flushed and turned on as he gave me a look of confusion. I crawled over to my purse on the other side of the car and reached inside to look at the screen. It was Lainie. I answered in a whisper as I crouched into the corner. “Hey, Viv. I hate to call you like this but Mason has a fever. He’s asking for you.”
“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” I told her. My mind was racing, trying to find an excuse to leave this car that was not my son. Carter’s son.
“Is everything okay?” His voice was laced with concern as I ran a hand through my hair and turned to look at him.
“My friend is sick and needs some help. She said it’s the flu or something and that she can’t move. I’m sorry.” I fixed my dress. In a way, I was relieved that this was over. I needed to get back to my real life and away from this fantasy of Carter that I’d had for years.
“We’ll drive you home. What’s your address?” Carter asked. I hesitated, worried that he might find out about Mason. But I needed to get to my son, so I told him.
His kiss was sweet as he dropped me off and I walked up to the apartment building, my lips still tingling from his lips and my body a mess of desire.
Chapter 8 - Carter
I felt a little weird about her reasoning for going home, but who was I to judge? Things had been getting intense. Maybe she needed a break from me. I got out of the car and walked into the lobby of my building, glancing around the near empty room. I made my way to the elevator and pushed the button.
I thought about Vivian as I walked through my front door. She was more beautiful than before, with life in her eyes and curves on her body. She made me crazy inside and I thought about the way her breast had felt in my hand.
I went into the bedroom to change into shorts and watch some television. I could do anything tonight but I just wanted to stay here and relax, basking in the feeling that was Vivian.
I loved her scent and the way that she sucked on my tongue. It reminded me of before when she’d go down on my cock like it was her last meal, getting me to the point where I would bend her over and take her so hard that she screamed my name. She was a little more reserved now but it was our first night back together and she had a right to be scared.
Was she worried that I’d leave her again?
Was she worried about her job? I would never threaten her career if we didn’t work out. I wanted to see her make it here but I preferred her to do it in my office under my wing. I preferred her to end up in my bed.
My phone rang and I glanced over to see Shane’s name on the screen. I picked it up and greeted him. He laughed on the other end. “What the hell are you laughing about?”
“Did you tap that yet?” he asked.
I wondered what he was talking about for a moment before I remembered the list. I was supposed to be hooking up with my PA but that was before I knew she was Vivian. Before I knew I still cared about her. Did I go through with it for the sake of the bet and a few thousand dollars?
“I’m working on it. I took her out for a business dinner tonight,” I said. He made some comment about me being smooth. I never mentioned much of my past to him, so he knew nothing about Vivian. I’d just keep that to myself for a bit longer. “I’d make a bank run if I were you, Shane. She’s hot for me.”
We chatted for a little while before I hung up, still thinking about the pretty blonde that got herself off in the bathroom at a restaurant for me. I knew how bad she needed it for her to go do that, and I still felt the heat from her pussy on my lap.
I couldn’t wait until Monday when I was back with Vivian, making her want me all over again. She’d have the weekend to relax and get her friend better, but she wouldn’t forget me anytime soon.
I spoke to my PR rep who told me that another trip had come up even sooner than the London one. This one was to Los Angeles, to go talk to a large banking firm that was looking to spread some of their assets around. It was in another week and he hinted that
arriving with a woman on my arm would be a good idea, better yet something serious. I told him that I had a plan and hung up as I leaned my head back.
***
On Monday morning, I made sure that I arrived early to the office and made a cup of coffee for Vivian. She arrived right on time in a pair of black slacks and a pale lavender shirt, with a pair of the hottest heels I’d ever seen. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she greeted me with a shy smile as she walked past me to her office.
“I made you some coffee,” I called after her.
“Thank you. I was running a bit late today.” Vivian walked back into my office and took the cup that I offered her as she blushed.
“How’s your friend?” I asked as her face grew even pinker.
“She’s a lot better. Thanks for asking.” Vivian sipped the coffee with a small moan. “It was a long weekend.”
She did look tired but moved right on to work. I took every chance I could to touch her. She seemed to blush and shy away every time, though I could see the heat in her eyes. I knew that she still wanted me and my time was running out if I was going to stick with the bet.
At this point, I only wanted her.
I worked her more every day, seeing her weaken with my seduction. I took her to lunch a few times and spent a lot of time training her, making sure that she was always confident of my attraction toward her.
The kiss that we shared in her office as she bumped into me made me hard as a rock. I would have pressed her against the wall and taken her right there if one of my advisers hadn’t knocked on the door for an urgent meeting.
I knew that I had to seal the deal and talk to her about the trip to LA. So I asked her to dinner on Tuesday night but she turned me down. She said that she was busy. I extended my efforts on Wednesday as we worked on a letter to a potential new client together.
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