by R. R. Banks
“Well, that’s reassuring.”
She nodded, taking another bite, but her eyes reflected worry that she obviously didn’t want to talk about.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Snow
I didn’t know what I should wear to the office the morning that I was to report after Hunter’s text. Should I go for business attire, like I was going back to work? An everyday outfit because, clearly, I was not going back to work? Business casual, whatever the hell that is?
What is the best outfit to wear for jail intake?
I finally settled on a pair of fitted black slacks with a yellow and blue sweater and my favorite red heels. It was appropriate enough that no matter who I was facing in the office, I would feel comfortable, but also versatile enough that if I was being hauled off to the hoosegow at least I would be able to climb in and out of the backseat with some of my dignity intact. When I arrived at the office, I had my old ID badge at my hip like I had every other morning I had worked there. Though I expected it not to work, the door clicked and swung open just as it always had. I stepped into the lobby and saw Hunter waiting in the center of the space. He had a hint of a smile on his lips and he opened his arms as I approached.
“It’s so good to see you, Snow,” he said. “We’ve missed you around here.”
“It’s good to see you, too,” I said as I accepted his friendly embrace. “I’ve missed all of you. Well,” I hesitated, looking toward the door that led onto the work floors, “maybe not all of you.”
“I guess that that is as good a segue as any,” he said, gesturing for me to head in that direction.
We walked together through the door and onto the first floor. There was a feeling of more energy in the air and I noticed that I could hear the low chatter of people talking and laughing, a sound that had all but died out by the time that Lucille fired me.
“Things seem to be better,” I said.
Hunter shrugged and guided me onto the elevator. As soon as we stepped out, I knew that he was leading me toward Lucille’s office.
“You can wait in the reception area,” Hunter said.
I reached out and grabbed onto his elbow.
“You would tell me if something horrible was about to happen, wouldn’t you?” I asked. “I mean, if you knew that I was about to walk into an ambush or something, you would let me know. Send a code or something?”
Hunter laughed and peeled my fingers away from his arm.
“I sincerely doubt you are going to be ambushed,” he said. “To be honest, though, I don’t know why he specifically asked to speak to you.”
It took a second for what Hunter had said to sink in.
“He?” I asked. “What do you mean, he?”
“You haven’t heard?” Hunter asked.
“Heard what?”
“He’s ready for you,” Cindy said from the desk beside the office.
“Heard what?” I asked again even as Hunter put his hand to my back and started guiding me toward the now-repaired door to the office.
“Lucille is no longer in control of Royal and Company,” Hunter said.
“What happened?”
I didn’t put voice to my somewhat shameful hope that she had met some kind of horrible demise, or at least that she had caught something miserable and was holed up in the hospital for the next few years or so.
“The company was taken over,” Hunter explained “It turns out that Walter Royal had been considering selling the company for some time and had been negotiating with the owner of another agency a few cities over. He had been grooming you to act as vice president under the new owner so that the company would continue to run as it always had. When Lucille came along she thought that he was giving her the company for good and was going to go off and retire while she worked. In reality, though, marrying her only convinced him even more that he was ready to go ahead and retire. He put her in control for the time that he would be enjoying his retirement trip, assuming that she would take care of the company and make sure that everything went smoothly in preparation for the transition to the new owners and to your promotion before they both retired to enjoy their life together.”
“Somehow I don’t think that she took it well when he told her.”
“Well, what went worse was when she told him that you had been fired. He felt horrible that he hadn’t told you about his plan and that his decision had cost you your position and the future of your career. He came back from his trip immediately, removed her from her position, and finalized the sale to the new owners. One of his conditions was that the new owner’s son consider bringing you back in.”
“His son?”
“Apparently, he wants to have more responsibility in his family’s business so his father handled the negotiations with Mr. Royal, but he is the president now.”
“So that’s why I’m here? Walter pleaded my case to the new owners of the company so they’re calling me in to let me down easy? That should be my second favorite thing that has ever happened in this office.”
“He specifically asked to see you. I don’t know why.”
I nodded and took the few steps to the door. Before I knocked, though, I turned back to Hunter.
“What happened to Lucille?” I asked.
“You didn’t hear it from me, but Mr. Royal had me put in a call to his attorney for a little chat tomorrow afternoon.”
I nodded again and turned back to the door.
Bitch owes me doughnuts. Put it in the settlement terms.
I knocked, but Cindy gestured for me to go ahead in. I turned the knob and stepped inside, stopping short before I was even all the way into the room.
“What are you doing here?” I asked breathlessly.
“Come in,” Noah said from where he sat behind the desk.
I stepped further into the room and closed the door behind me. When I hesitated, he gestured for me to come closer. I took a few steps toward the desk, hesitated again, and then lowered myself into the chair across from him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked again.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to be feeling. I was delighted to see him, but I was also extremely confused and couldn’t seem to make all that was happening fall into place in my mind.
“I promise I didn’t mean to startle you,” Noah said. “I didn’t even know you when my father started negotiations with Walter.”
“Your father?” I asked, things starting to clarify a little. “You’re the president of the company now?”
He nodded.
“My father has been negotiating to buy Royal and Company as the first company that I would run for almost a year.”
“I thought that you were a baker,” I said.
“I am,” Noah said. “That is my passion. Advertising has been my family’s business for generations. As long as I go along with it and do my share of the work, I can bake on my free time. I paid my own way through culinary school and bought my own kitchen.”
“And your foray into The Enchanted Woods?” I asked.
I was inexplicably feeling angry, as if he had somehow betrayed me with decisions that he made before he even knew me, decisions that were truly no different than ones that I had made for myself.
“I wanted a chance to cook,” he told me. “I’m too well-known around my city to work in a kitchen there. I’ve kept in touch with one of my mentors from school and he told me about an opportunity that he knew about…”
I held up a hand to stop him. I couldn’t have this conversation right now. Seeing him without warning had hit me with far more emotion than I was prepared to experience, and I couldn’t handle it right at that moment. It was too much. I stood up, shaking my head.
“I can’t do this, Noah. I don’t know you at all.”
“Wasn’t that the point?”
I felt tears spring to my eyes at the comment and turned away from him, starting to the door.
“Snow, please,” he said. I paused, but didn’t turn back around. I cl
osed my eyes, trying to control the emotion that I was feeling. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I only meant that neither of us really know each other because that’s the way that it was supposed to be, but that’s not how I want it to be. Please. Come to my house tonight. Talk to me. I can’t just let you walk away without having a chance. That’s all I’m asking. Just a chance.”
I hesitated, unsure of what I was supposed to say. My first impulse was to just keep going, to put it all behind me and try to find a new life bolstered by what I had learned and experienced at the retreat. I realized, though, that if I was truly going to follow what I had learned, I was going to be true to myself and to my feelings and push ahead, ready to find whatever might be waiting on the other side.
I turned to face him and nodded.
“Alright,” I said.
He smiled and I felt my heart flutter. He scribbled something on a sticky note and offered it to me.
“Here’s my address. Eight?”
I took the note.
“I’ll see you then.”
I wanted to hug him. I just wanted to be close to him. Instead, I turned back and rushed out of the office, moving past Cindy and Hunter before they could ask me any questions and left the building, dialing Robin even before my feet touched the pavement.
“Somehow I was expecting something else.”
I reached for another slice of pizza and pulled it toward me, dropping it onto the plate in my lap before taking up the shaker of parmesan cheese and giving the slice a liberal coating.
“I’m sorry,” Noah said from the carpet where he sat. “I was planning something more elaborate, but I ended up at the office longer than I thought.”
“No,” I said, sinking my teeth into the slice and sighing at the rich flavor that filled my mouth. “This is perfect. It’s the most incredible pizza I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
We ate in silence for a few more moments and then I dabbed my mouth with a napkin before slipping my plate onto the coffee table in front of me.
“Why did you ask me here tonight, Noah?”
He glanced over his shoulder at me and lowered his plate to the table beside mine.
“I wanted to see you again,” he said. “I needed to give you an explanation.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“Yes, I do. I did everything that I could at the Woods to tell you how I feel about you. You rejected me at every turn.”
“I didn’t reject you, Noah. I acknowledged that both of us signed contracts that prevented us from spending any more time together than was arranged. That’s it.”
“Look, I told you that I was a last-minute fill-in for another man that was supposed to be in your experience.”
“Yes,” I said. “I remember.”
“That’s the truth. I was there because I wanted to cook. That was it. I found out about the position there and I went for it. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before the deal with the agency was finalized and I would have to spend most of my time at the office. It was my last opportunity to really indulge myself cooking and baking for a while. When I met you, though…. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then Fawn mentioned that one of the men chosen for you hadn’t shown up and I offered to step in. I wanted to have a chance to spend more time with you than just when I brought your food, but there was more than that.”
“There was?”
“Yes,” he said, turning so that he was on his knees beside the couch where I sat, looking into my eyes. “I offered because I couldn’t stand the idea of another man taking that place. I knew why you were there. I understood. But that doesn’t mean that I wanted someone else to come in and take the time that I wanted.”
My heart clenched at his words. I felt a wave of guilt through my belly.
“I’m sorry,” I started, but Noah shook his head, stopping me.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he said. “What you did was courageous as hell. When you left, though, it killed me. Then I saw your picture at Royal and Company when I went for a conference with Lucille to tell her that the final negotiations had started. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. All along, I was delaying getting to where I would have found you.” He stood and reached down to take my hands. “I never want another man to touch you. I never want you to have to search for anything. I want to be able to give it all to you.”
He started backing up, gently pulling me along with him. Staring into each other’s eyes, we made our way through the house until we reached the tall, curving staircase. Noah turned, continuing to hold one of my hands, and guided me up the stairs and down another hallway into a massive bedroom. Without another word, he brought his hands to the sides of my dress and gathered it, peeling it up off of me and dropping it.
The way that Noah looked at me sent a thrill through my body. The green of his eyes had darkened until they looked like velvet and his long dark eyelashes were hanging low with desire. This wasn't what I had anticipated when I had agreed to come to his house to talk with him. I had truly thought that even with his declarations in the office, I was going to be able to maintain a distance from him, to temper my emotions and accept that whatever had happened between us couldn’t possibly be real. Until this moment, standing in his bedroom with my clothes at my feet, I had thought that I had control over the desire that had been increasing within me since the first moment that I had seen him. I believed that no matter how intensely attracted to him I was, I could resist Noah and keep our relationship at a professional level. Maybe one day we could learn to be friendly.
Now that I was allowing myself to simply experience what was happening, I couldn't deny my need any longer. I couldn't pretend that my heart didn't race when I looked at him or that my body was already hot and wet waiting for him, that it had been since I saw him in the office. I wanted to give myself over to him and experience the luxuries that we hadn’t permitted ourselves. We weren’t held back by anything anymore, and I was ready to explore all that could be cradled right between us, just waiting to be discovered.
Noah reached to unhook my bra, but I shook my head. He paused, looking at me questioningly, and I brought my hands to the buttons on the front of his shirt so that I could slowly reveal him in the same way that he had undressed me. I wanted to savor this. We had already gone so far and been through so much, but this was different. I wanted to slow it down and let myself really enjoy every moment. Everything had changed. This could never be just this one night.
Right here, right now, it was just the two of us. We existed together in the private world of his home, away from everything else, and I could pretend that there was nothing else in the world, that we were even more isolated than we had been in the Enchanted Woods.
My fingers worked their way down his shirt and then pushed it out of the way, revealing his sexy, chiseled body. He stood still as I ran my hands down his chest and belly to bring them to his belt so I could release the buckle, then the button of his pants. Noah drew in a breath as I lowered his zipper, my fingers brushing against the firm swell that was becoming more obvious with each passing second. It was making my mouth water and all I could think was that I couldn’t wait to suck that cock into my throat. Noah's pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. My eyes locked hungrily on the distended fabric of his trunks and I licked my lips as I forced myself to look up at his face again.
Noah suddenly captured my mouth in a possessive, insistent kiss. I offered myself over to it, wrapping my arms around his neck to enjoy the warmth of his skin pressing against mine and the pressure of his erection on my belly. After a few moments, he swept me up into his arms and started back toward the bed. I felt small and protected in his grip, but feminine and sensual as I let him lower me onto the mattress. As he straightened to stand by the side of the bed, Noah's hand came to the side of my face and his fingertips traced along the curve of my jaw. He ran his touch down my neck and then along my che
st, applying light pressure as his hand teased between my breasts and onto my stomach. I arched my back toward the touch and let my eyes close.
The touch of his hand gave way to the heat of his mouth and Noah followed the same tingling trail with his lips. He occasionally let his tongue slip between his lips to glide along my skin and I ached to feel that tongue between my thighs. He lifted his head and blew a stream of cool air along the damp skin, making me tremble. Dipping his head again, Noah kissed his way to the waistband of my panties. He was nearly there and I could feel my thighs shaking with anticipation, but before he went any further, he lifted his head again. I felt his breath grazing across the heavy swells of my breasts and teasing the sensitive tips of my hardened nipples.
I opened my eyes and saw his eyes running along my body, taking me in with admiration. There was an expression in his eyes that bordered between pleasure at revisiting my body after leaving it so completely satisfied during our date, and a flicker of something new, as if he, too, could sense that something powerful had changed. He ran his mouth along both breasts, his mouth open slightly so that he nuzzled them instead of trailing individual kisses. When it seemed that he had offered enough reverence, then brought his fingers to the front clasp. The cups popped open, allowing my full breasts to spill out toward him and I moved my arms to get out of it.
The moment that the lace touched the floor, Noah's mouth was on my breast. I gasped as he pulled my nipple in to swirl his tongue around it. His hand slid along the curve of my waist and onto my other breast, kneading into it as he continued to suckle at my nipple. His teeth sank lightly into my flesh and then he moved his mouth to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention.
I was writhing against the bed by the time that he was finished, brought to a level of arousal that I would never have thought possible just with those simple movements. He had gotten nowhere near touching my core, yet I felt only seconds away from climax. I craved the feeling of him plunging inside me, but Noah was far from finished. Instead, he kissed along the center of my belly back to the waistband of my panties where he dipped the tip of his tongue beneath the elastic and ran it from one hipbone to the other. He was getting closer, driving me further and further to the bounds of my control, but not far enough to release the ache that he had built between my legs.