“I had to bust out my house or I would never get anything done. You make it hard to focus on other things,” she typed.
“Just checking. I am actually tied up the next few days with work. Of course, I also have to catch up on my beauty sleep. But be prepared, I am coming to get you Dana Miller.”
“’Kay,” she wrote back. “You better.”
She took half of the flowers home with her so that she could enjoy them at both home and work. She had a ridiculous appetite but she too had to catch up on her beauty sleep. She ordered through the drive through, ate it and then hit the sheets. She too had to get her beauty sleep. She slept a luscious ten hours.
Chapter Six
The few days, Dana and Jeff didn’t communicate too much. With the highs of their interaction, a slower pace was a good thing because she didn’t want to burn themselves out. Cheryl said her own personal experience was that she could be all hot for a person and be over them before they met.
“It happens,” said Cheryl. “Welcome to the weird world of online dating. Things change so fast.”
But Dana was fresh and ready when Jeff sent an invite for lunch. She had been inspired to dress every day in hot but office-appropriate attire just in case she would have to meet him on the fly. She even packed a pair of extra high heels that she could slipped into.
“Can you be a little late coming back if we have to be?” he asked.
“Would you let me be late coming back from work?” she replied.
“Oh I would have to discipline you,” he answered.
He made her giggle at her desk. She was definitely going to be late coming back from work. Dana’s boss who never left her office, would never know if she were to take an extra long break that merged into her lunch hour. As soon as he texted he was there, she freshened her makeup and met him out front of her building.
Dana had been so focused on her own appearance and pleasing him, that she never imagined she would be so taken with the way he looked. When she met him that first day at the restaurant, he was jeans casual. At the pool, he greeted her in swimming shorts and a T-shirt.
Though her office was in the heart of the business district in a thriving metropolitan area, and Jeffrey Edgarian was mega-hitter in business, she had not expected him to be dressed in a suit.
He looked like he stepped off the cover of GQ. He was so stunning. Dana felt her own insides twitch.
“You okay?” he asked, a little confused by her reaction.
He leaned into her so that their faces were but a breath apart.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “You’re just so hot.”
Dana had surprised him too. That was not what he had expected to hear. He was speechless. She liked that.
“You don’t know how to take that kind of compliment, do you?” she whispered.
“I could get used to it,” he replied softly.
“I’ll see to it,” she said.
She kissed him gingerly and then they walked to a lunch spot the next block over, holding hands Jeff’s eyes were glued to her as she walked.
“How do you walk in those things?” he asked, his eyes glazed over.
She let go of his hand and strutted a little.
“Like this,” she flirted.
She watched him watch her and gave him a wink. He hoisted her at the waist and backed her against the wall of a granite building. He looked her dead in the eye before he kissed her passionately, right there on the street, in front of the mid-day pedestrian lunch traffic. Dana was mesmerized. The two of them were doped and starry eyed, unable to get over one another.
“Where did you park?” she asked.
“In the garage in your building,” he asked. “Why?”
“Just wondering?” she replied.
Actually she was thinking that they could steal a few heated moments together in his car. But it was just a notice. He moved his face close to hers and spoke to her with pretend firmness.
“I asked you a question,” he said sternly. “One.”
Dana played along.
“What was the question?” she asked innocently.
He arched his eyebrow emphatically.
“I said, why don’t you ask about the garage?” he repeated.
Dana cupped her hand to his ear and whispered.
“I was thinking maybe we could fool around in your car before you sent me back to work,” she whispered.
He did the same to her. He replied in a barely audible tone directly into her ear.
“I was thinking the same thing,” he said. “But then I think that’s going to happen a lot with you. You know, where you make me think of sex.”
Dana was way too ticklish and she couldn’t stand still to listen. She giggled as she struggled to maintain composure in broad day light. He wouldn’t let her go.
“Shall we go to lunch now?” he asked. “And maybe talk about this? Like at lunch? I would like to actually buy you a proper meal.”
Before he moved away from her, he kissed her ear. She held him to her, hugging him before they continued walking. They could not keep their hands off of one another. They strolled, their arms entwined, their fingers enmeshed. The chemistry that flowed between them was positively electric.
They went to another American cuisine place called Chef Geoff’s. He pointed to the sign before they entered the building.
“Hey with a name like that it’s gotta be good, right?” he said.
“You are so silly,” said Dana.
When they were seated, she immediately felt his foot stroking her leg. She never thought that touching like that would turn her on but it did. He managed to aroused her in front of a room filled with people, some she could potentially see again, if like her, they worked in the area.
How someone could be good at dragging their feet along her shin, she didn’t know but what Jeff was doing unfurled heat in her. It was all she could do to keep her voice from cracking as the waitress took her order.
“Iced tea,” she warbled.
“You okay there?” asked Jeff innocently.
But he knew that he had turned her on to the point where she could hardly speak.
“Fine,” Dana played along.
“Sweetened or unsweetened?” asked the waitress.
Just as she gave her answer, Jeff dipped beneath the hem of her skirt and stroked the inside of her thigh. She spasmed.
“UnSWEETened,” she said.
Figuring out that something was up, the waitress gave them both a scowl.
“I better be good,” he said. “Don’t wanna get the waitress pissed.”
Without warning, out of nowhere, a photographer snapped a picture of them. Jeff put his hand up and blocked the camera’s view of Dana’s face, though she and he could still see each other.
“Hey guy, back off,” he said tensely.
It was the first glimpse that Dana had of what Jeff might be like if he were angry. He was so mild mannered and even tempered. But he was unmistakably hot.
“Just taking a few pics, Mr. Edgarian,” the photographer snapped another picture.
Jeff lunged and knocked the camera onto the ground, causing the camera to break. The crash stopped stilled the restaurant crowd and all eyes were on them.
“I am having lunch here,” Jeff glared. “Take a hike.”
“It’s a public place,” said the photographer. “And I am about to get a new camera.”
“Congratulations,” said Jeff. “It’s a private lunch.”
By this time the restaurant manager joined them.
“What’s the problem here?” he demanded of Jeff.
“This guy is taking our picture while we are just minding our own business,” said Jeff.
The photographer shrugged like he didn’t know what Jeff was talking about.
“And what’s so special about you that he would need to take a picture?” asked the manager.
“Beats the shit out of me,” said Jeff.
That was the first time she had heard h
im swear. He turned to Dana. The manager spoke.
“From what I know, you just assaulted him,” he said.
“I am so sorry about all of this,” he said, smoldering with rage and frustration.
“Does this happen all the time?” she asked.
“Pretty much,” said Jeff.
“Wanna go?” she asked softly.
“No I want to have a nice lunch like everyone else,” he said.
“What are you going to do about my camera?” asked the photographer.
“Not my problem,” said Jeff.
“Hey I was just taking a picture of the street scene through the window and this guy flips out,” the camera man lied. “I don’t even know who this guy is.”
“Ah yeah right asshole,” Dana snapped. “That’s why you called him ‘Mr. Edgarian.’”
Jeff grinned. His eyes flared with excitement at Dana’s outburst.
“God you’re adorable,” he remarked. “Remind me to get your riled when we’re alone.”
The manager’s face ashened.
“Jeffrey Edgarian? I think you might be my boss,” he said.
“I guess so at that,” said Jeff. “You should be careful who you take a tone with and you should not allow this crap to happen. I don’t care who I am. No one should be bothered while they’re trying to enjoy a meal.”
“I am so sorry about this,” said the manager.
“No worries, just make him leave,” said Jeff nicely.
“I will ask you again, what about my camera?” asked the photographer.
“What about it?” Jeff batted his eyelashes.
“You broke it,” the camera man said.
Jeff laughed.
“You knew who I was. You must know where I work. Send me a letter. Now get,” he said.
The camera man picked up the remnants of his equipment and skulked out of the restaurant.
“Have I ruined our lunch?” Jeff asked her.
“The only way you could ruin this for me is if you changed your mind,” she said borrowing his words.
A deep, warm smile spread across his face. The waitress appeared and now she was the one having a difficult time maintaining composure. Her hands shook as she set their drinks down. Dana’s tea splashed onto the table.
“I am so sorry Mr. Edgarian,” she said.
“Jeff,” he said. “Right now I am just Jeff.”
“Hey can we get our order to go?” asked Dana very nicely.
Jeff looked disappointed. It seemed like they had killed most of her lunch hour but Dana checked her phone and saw that there was still plenty of time to spend with him.
She added with a wink, “We’ll just eat it in your car. In the garage.”
“Okay,” he smiled.
That genuinely made him happy.
“This steak salad looks good,” said Dana. “I’ll have mine rare. Dressing on the side.”
“Make that two,” said Jeff.
And when he said that, his eyes never left Dana. He made her feel so special. He took her hands in his, grazing them with his thumb. Wires of excitement flowed through her, coiling to her center. She squirmed.
“Excuse me for a second,” he said to her and texted someone.
Dana realized that he was a mega businessman after all and so she knew she should expect some of that. The professionals she worked with lived and died by their phones. But as well as things were going between them, they had only known each other for days. Realistically, he could be doing the same with other women that was with her. Dana felt the slightest bit insecure.
The waitress wrapped their orders, which were prepared very quickly, in paper bags. Jeff laid his credit card down on the bill but the waitress tried to give them the meal for free.
“No, no, no,” he said. “Run the card please.”
By this time, he was annoyed. He picked up his cell one more time and texted again. After he signed for the lunch he grabbed the bags.
“Ready?” he asked.
Jeff placed this hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the restaurant. Dana didn’t mind if people were staring as they left. She felt incredibly hot and proud being in the company of such a powerful man. She strutted a little.
When they exited the restaurant, he unexpectedly guided her in a direction different than where she believed they were going. She thought they were going back to her building to the parking garage. But he had other ideas.
“This way my dear,” he said.
Instead of walking up towards her office, he waited until the traffic was clear and trotted them across to the other side of street. The entered a building with beautiful marble in-lay throughout the lobby. It was breathtaking. Jeff called the penthouse elevator. When the door of the car opened up, he took her hand and led her in.
“I thought this would be better than a garage,” he said sensually. “That’s who I was texting back at the restaurant.”
Now Dana was excited; all jealousy disappeared.
“You were texting this building?” she asked playfully. “Where are we going?”
“Ahh,” he said. “You will have to wait and see.”
He pinned her against the elevator wild boxing her in with one hand on either side of her. He smirked at her with his face but a breath from hers. He kissed her lazily until the elevator opened up out into the penthouse itself. It was beyond magnificent.
The elevator opened up into the living room. It was a sweeping room with clean, modern furniture and a fireplace large enough for Dana to step into if she wanted. The room flowed into the dining area which set up on platform two long steps up from the living room.
It was so beautiful and it felt a little out of her league. As she did when she was about to meet Jeff for the first time, Dana felt a little insecure. Dana was a little hesitant to enter.
“Come,” he assured her. “It’s fine. Promise.”
He set the food on the beautiful dining room table.
“Is this place yours?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
She wasn’t sure what prompted her to ask her next question.
“Is the building yours?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Yes,” he replied, his eyes gathering darkly.
Dana knew that look. If they didn’t eat now, they would never eat. Plus she only had so much time left on her lunch hour.
“We’re not going to eat are we?” she whispered.
“I don’t think so,” he whispered back.
He removed his jacket. His shirt was so white and crisp and his skin was so bronzy in comparison. He unfastened his cuffs and rolled them up like he was about to get to work.
He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her with an almost dancing motion. He pulled her to him, to kiss her. It was lovely to be able to kiss him fully without the slight self consciousness of public scrutiny.
He stalked towards her and gently bent her over the glass-shiny mahogany table. The position caused the muscles of Dana’s buttocks to flex. Her spike heels pushed her hips up level with his. Jeff dragged his finger tips on the back of her thighs. Dana flinched with delight.
He leaned over her, covering her body with his, putting his face next to hers as his fingers found her. Dana was wet and hot for him, and now he knew.
She closed her eyes tightly, consumed with pleasure and need. He raised her hands over her head and gently pinned them with his own hand. He ran his hand down the length of her body possessively.
“I am going to take you right here and now,” he promised in a soft voice.
“Please,” she begged.
“Are we impatient?” he teased.
“Aren’t you?” she asked.
He pushed up the hem of her dress over the curve of her buttocks to her waist. She wore a lace thong which he lifted aside. Without undressing much himself, he got inside her.
He leaned over her, interlocked his fingers with hers as he pumped into her. Dana relaxed and straightened her legs, moving her
hips up and down to work against him.
“Dear God,” he prayed. “You are magnificent.”
Dana was so aroused that each time he moved in and out of her, he pushed her to the verge of an intense orgasm. Jeff was so well-endowed, that as she gently lifted and lowered her feet, her body to tightened around him and reverberated with pleasure.
“You are so hot,” he murmured.
Their union was quick and frenzied and yet as fast as it culminated, she was so impatient for ecstasy. Dana needed to come. She was impatient to know the rapture that she had found with him pool-side. His body tensed and his motion was rigid. She recognized the signs of his climax.
She reached between her legs and touched herself. Without warning, Jeff swatted her behind playfully. The sting of it was spicy, sending adrenaline throughout her. She clenched on him, and was unable to relax until she was involuntarily spasming.
Tremors rippled through her belly and soon she seized with pleasure. As she lay on the cool, smooth table top, with Jeff driving into her about to come hard himself, Dana helplessly orgasming.
Jeff cried out. Dana wiggled on him to spur his delight. She sweetly tortured him at his most sensitive state, dancing lightly on her high heels. He grunted and groaned as he was engulfed in ecstasy.
As quickly as their moment had begun, it was over. He had able to order lunch, take them to a sweet getaway and to give her more sexual pleasure in a few minutes than she had known in her entire marriage.
After they had freshened up and straightened their clothes, Jeff checked his watch very pleased with himself.
“I guess I shouldn’t be so proud of myself that I was so quick, but you are going to be back at your desk just a little late,” he said.
Dana swam with pleasure. She could only smile at him.
“A lot better than a garage,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
She nodded. He handed her salad. As she was about to take it from him, he did not relinquish it.
“I am also getting closer to actually having a meal with you,” he said seductively. “Will your boss let you eat at your desk?”
“Yes,” she said.
They strolled the block over to the front of her office building. They didn’t say much, just exchanged adoring glances at one another every so often.
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