by Nikki Wild
Of course, in my mind, I was ripping that damned suit right off of him, remembering the perfect flesh beneath it. I was much more interested in his skin and everything under that. The rest was just for show.
“You’re sweet,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied, shrugging.
“Nothing wrong with being sweet,” he said.
“I’m not so sure about that,” I replied. “Ask my mother. Sweet isn’t one of her most valued traits in a person.”
He laughed and nodded.
“You obviously don’t get your sweetness from her,” he said.
“No, I don’t,” I agreed.
“So, where do you get it?”
“I don’t know, actually. I wouldn’t really call myself sweet, if you want to know the truth. Shy, quiet? Sure, but sweet isn’t something I’ve ever strived for. In fact, I like to think of myself in fiercer terms.”
“Fierce?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” I said, raising my chin, “Contrary to how I might appear to you, I’m actually a feminist.”
“A feminist, huh?” he asked. “Of course you are. Why wouldn’t you be? So am I.”
It was my turn to laugh.
“What?” he asked. “You think just because I like to be in control, I can’t be a feminist?”
“I didn’t say that,” I replied. “But since you brought it up, what exactly is the deal with you?”
He blinked, his eyes widening for a second before wrinkling up at the sides while he laughed again.
“Oh, Chloe, you do have questions, don’t you?”
“So many,” I smiled.
He patted my knee and brushed a quick kiss across my lips.
“Hold that thought,” he said. “We’re here.”
The limo slowed in front of an old building with big iron gates surrounding a patio and a line of small jockey statues adorning the top balcony.
“Come on,” Bear said. “It’s a little fussy and the crowd is ancient, but they have the best steak in Manhattan.”
We slipped out of the limo and he grabbed my hand as he led me inside like he owned the place.
Eleven
The restaurant was packed. Like something out of a movie, the lights were low and the entire place was surrounded by the dark wooden panels of the walls. And Bear was right—everyone in there, except the wait staff, appeared to be at least over fifty. I hadn’t seen this much white hair since my Great Aunt Sally’s funeral last year.
Unfortunately, the tables were insanely close together and all my dreams of asking Bear dozens of probing personal questions flew right out the door.
We were seated right away, because as soon as the maître d’ saw Bear, he sprang into action. Bear pulled out my chair, waiting for me to sit down before sitting down himself.
We were seated between one very old couple on our left and a couple of businessmen deep into a discussion about the stock market on our right.
“Remember, we’re here for the steak,” Bear reminded me with a wink.
“I guess my questions can wait till later,” I replied.
“We have all the time in the world, Chloe,” he said, sending a shiver of electricity through my body with those piercing eyes of his. He was by far the handsomest man I’d ever seen, surpassing even my old go-to movie stars. George Clooney and Brad Pitt had nothing on this guy. “Let me order for you. You do like steak, right?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I love it. Rare, please.”
“Good girl,” he said, flashing me a smile. I blushed, remembering all the other times he’d called me that.
My eyes trailed across the restaurant as he perused the menu and what a strange place it was. Dozens of old, vintage toys hung from the ceiling, which I thought was odd for such a fancy place. The waiters bustled around carrying silver platters and winding through the busy dining room. Glasses clinked and the low buzz of conversation created a frenzied energy that made it hard to relax.
Bear put down the menu and a waiter appeared immediately. I watched him order, lost in the way his lips formed the words and I couldn’t help but anticipate when those lips would be on me again. When the waiter disappeared, I leaned over to him.
“Why are you single?” I whispered.
He smiled and shook his head.
“I’m a bit of a handful, if you hadn’t noticed,” he said.
“Still,” I replied. “A man like you…rich, handsome…”
“You think I’m handsome?” he asked, striking a funny pose.
“You know you are,” I laughed.
“Well, I could ask the same of you, Chloe,” he said.
I shrugged, thinking of Harlan and immediately wishing that I hadn’t.
“I’m newly single,” I said. “Not soon enough.”
“Ah, yes, the ex-boyfriend,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “What’s his name?”
“Harlan,” I muttered. “But let’s not talk about him.”
“Okay, what would you like to talk about?” he asked.
I stole a quick glance over at the couple next to us. The old lady smiled and leaned over.
“You two are a very handsome couple,” she said, her voice shaking as she caught my eye.
“Oh!” I replied, shaking my head, “we’re not —.”
“—Thank you, ma’am!” Bear interrupted. “I think so too!”
“Oh, you’re quite welcome, young man. Treat her well, good women are hard to find!” she said.
Bear laughed, pouring on the charm.
“Don’t I know it!” he exclaimed, before turning to address her husband. “Looks like we lucked out, Sir!”
“Oh! You!” the old lady admonished him, blushing slightly.
I sat there, smiling like an idiot, falling victim to Bear’s charms, too.
When the waiter returned, he had a bottle of wine in his hands. He presented the label to Bear with a formal bow and I did my best not to giggle.
“Sir, as you requested. A 2006 Chianti Classico Riserva.”
The waiter poured a tiny bit in a glass and handed it to Bear. He sniffed it and took a sip, nodding approvingly.
“That’ll do, thank you,” Bear said. The waiter poured the wine into our glasses and left the bottle on the table. I reminded myself not to drink too much again, wondering exactly how much that one bottle cost, at the same time. Probably a month’s rent at my old place in Portland. I felt guilty wasting it, but hopefully Bear would drink most of it, because if I had anymore wine I was going to be sliding under the table in a drunken puddle of embarrassment.
“So, Chloe,” he replied. “Let’s talk about this job.”
“Job?” I asked in surprise. I’d given up on thinking he was going to give me a real job and if he started talking about blow jobs and butt plugs in front of these people, I’d crawl under the table no matter how much wine was involved.
“Yes, I told you I was going to give you a job, didn’t I? Did you not believe me? Besides, if I don’t, Matilda will start asking questions, won’t she?”
“She already has,” I replied. “I just thought you said —,” I began.
“—Something came up,” he interrupted. “I think you’d be a good fit for it. It’s a little outside the box, but I think you can handle it.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What is it?”
“You’re a fashion designer, correct? Well, I don’t deal in the fashion industry, but I just bought a new hotel and I need an interior designer.”
“You want me to be an interior designer for a hotel?” I asked, my heart speeding up at the thought of such a huge job.
“Sure, why not? I mean, it’s not fashion, but I figure if you’ve got style then you’ve got style, right? What do you think?”
“Bear, I’ve never done anything like that before,” I protested, shaking my head.
“That’s okay, you’ll learn. If you need help, we’ll get you an assistant,” he said, with a dismissive wave. He lowered his eyelids, the blue dark
ening in his eyes as he peered at me intently. “I have faith in you, Chloe.”
“Th-thank you,” I stuttered, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst from my chest at any second.
“You’ll have a handsome salary, too, don’t worry,” he continued. “With a full benefits package, of course.”
I felt myself begin to blush again at the mention of the benefits and smiled at him.
“My mother will be happy to hear that,” I said.
“I thought she would,” he winked, his handsomeness taking my breath away. “Of course, I hope you realize that this doesn’t change anything about our previous arrangement. Everything we discussed earlier still holds.”
“Oh, right,” I said, my body tingling. “You don’t think that’s a conflict of interest?”
“I don’t really give a shit,” he said, the sternness returning, sending a jolt right through my spine.
“I see,” I replied, sipping my wine again, trying once more to desperately hide the turmoil bubbling inside of me.
How in the world would I know how to design a hotel?
And yet, how in the world could I ever say no to him?
“Does all of that work for you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, nodding, as I swallowed hard. “I mean, I still have questions…”
“Of course you do. And like I said, we have all the time in the world for questions.”
Our dinner arrived at that moment and instead of asking my questions, I ate.
Gloriously, slowly, decadently…I devoured each and every scrumptious bite of what was indeed the best meal I’ve ever eaten in my life. The wine kept flowing and I abandoned my intentions of slowing down. By the time our meal was finished, we’d finished the entire bottle.
I didn’t really feel it until I stood up to go to the ladies room. I made my way across the room, doing my best not to trip in my new Prada heels.
I need to find a way to incorporate some sturdy boots into my wardrobe if I’m going to be drinking like this, I thought, as I stumbled through the door of the ladies room and right into the most glamorous woman I’ve ever seen.
“Oh!” I slurred and stumbled back. “Excuse me!”
She’d been walking out as I was walking in and I ran right into her—my melting face doing a face plant right into her creamy, perfumed bosom.
Blood rushed to my face and I looked up at her. She was amazonian tall, looming over me in all her manicured perfection. Her long blonde hair flowed around her like a satin curtain, with shimmering waves of golden softness that looked like it would melt if you touched it. I resisted the urge to reach out and do just that. It looked as fine as cotton candy and yet there was so much of it. Once I finally made it past all the waves and looked into her face, I gasped.
Her eyes were purple. Elizabeth Taylor violet. I peered into them, drinking them in like I’d just seen a rare creature in the wild. Anger flashed through them like wildfire and I blinked and took another step back.
“Excuse me,” I said again, stepping around her, my eyes quickly trailing down and taking in the rest of her. Her black sequined gown fit her sculpted body like a glove, outlining every curve of her lean frame. In Portland, we’d say she had a yoga body. But this creature was so perfectly put together, I couldn’t help but wonder if some of it was man-made.
She was stunningly perfect.
But Mom always told me nobody was perfect. I walked past her and ran into the first stall of the luxurious lounge and wondered what this woman’s imperfections were.
It didn’t matter. I had plenty myself and the last thing I wanted to do was think about my own flaws right now, let alone anyone else’s.
I needed to get my head together.
First things first, I’d had entirely too much wine. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my composure.
Second, these shoes were fucking awful. You’d think the fact that they’d cost a small fortune they’d be more comfortable than they were, but they weren’t. They dug into my heel and caused the arch in my foot to cramp. I couldn’t wait to get them off. I yearned for the comfort of my boots once again.
I stood up and stumbled out of the stall and over to the sink, shaking my head the whole time. I turned on the gold plated faucet and watched the water run out in a thin, smooth line. I couldn’t help but muse about the fact that even the water seemed to flow better when money was involved. The sink in my studio back home sputtered and bubbled like a dying fish when I turned it on.
This new lifestyle was going to take some getting used to, but maybe it wasn’t so bad at all. Being out with Bear certainly wasn’t bad, either.
I looked up into the mirror and was shocked to see the woman still standing there. Leaning against the wall and casually checking her perfect scarlet nails, she looked up and smirked at me.
“I saw you with Bear,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Y-yes,” I replied, drying my hands and turning to her. “I’m Chloe,” I said, holding my hand out towards her.
She looked down at my hand suspended in the air between us and snarled. She literally fucking snarled! I pulled my arm back down to my side and took a deep breath.
“I’m Zoe,” she said. “Zoe Rothchild.”
“Nice to meet you,” I nodded, trying to muster a polite smile, despite her rudeness.
“You fuck him yet?” she asked suddenly, her violet eyes turning cold and hard.
My eyes widened in surprise.
“He’s my employer,” I replied, finally finding my voice.
“Oh, I see,” she nodded, her eyes trailing over me as she sized me up. “So, not yet.”
“Have you fucked him?” I asked, the wine shooting rare courage through my veins.
“Once,” she quipped. “Let’s just say he has certain peccadilloes that only appeal to a small audience.”
I nodded, biting my tongue, despite the urge to say something, anything, to knock this woman off her high-horse. I hated her instantly.
“Just watch yourself, Chloe,” she drawled, her lush red lips turning to a sickly smirk. “He may be powerful, handsome, and generous—but Bear Dalton is not at all what he seems,” she warned.
“You seem like a nice girl,” she shrugged, staring deeply into my eyes. “But be warned—Bear will eat you alive.”
I had no idea how to respond. Luckily, I didn’t have to.
She shook her head slowly before turning on her heel and walking out.
I exhaled and realized I’d been holding my breath the whole time.
Her words sliced right through me, sending a dagger of doubt right into my gut.
At my front door two hours later, Bear paused before walking in behind me.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked, turning to him, hating that I’d slurred my words again.
“Not tonight, Beauty,” he said, planting a gentlemanly kiss on my cheek.
“Why not?” I asked, disappointment rushing into my heart. I’d been anticipating being alone with him all night. Each time he raised his glass to his lips, a tiny shiver ran through my body as I imagined how his touch would feel later. I’d even set out the best negligee I’d bought on my bed.
“Two reasons, darling,” he replied, his voice a low whisper in the hallway. “One, I have an early meeting in the morning. Two, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!” I insisted.
“Chloe,” he smiled. “You’re adorable and I really don’t care if you had too much wine. I wanted you to have a good time tonight.”
“I did!” I replied. “That was the best steak I’ve ever had in my life!” I was being a little too enthusiastic, but it was easy to blame that on the wine too. “But I really wanted was to spend some time with you,” I said, reaching out and grabbing his tie.
I pulled him close, my lips brushing against his. He kissed me back tenderly, gently, so sweetly my heart swelled with emotion.
He pulled away, staring into my eyes as he reached up and grabbed my hand. He pu
lled it down, pressing it against his cock. It was rock hard, hot and throbbing in my hand, full of promise. My eyes widened in surprise and I squeezed gently, a tiny moan escaping from my mouth.
“Yes!” I whispered excitedly.
“No!” he insisted, backing away with a smile. “I just wanted you to feel how much I want you, Chloe. But not like this, darling.” He brought his lips to my ear, whispering seductively. “The things I want to do to you right now require complete consent. You aren’t capable of providing that right now and that’s okay. But don’t imagine for a moment that I don’t want you, Chloe.”
I smiled, nodding, as tears sprang into my eyes. I reached up, snaking my arms around his neck and hugging him close to me. He hugged me back, his massive arms so warm around me I could have melted into them forever.
I sighed as he pushed me away.
“You could just spend the night,” I offered. “We don’t have to do anything…”
His laughter echoed down the hallway.
“I’m not that strong of a man, Chloe,” he said, shaking his head, his gorgeous eyes wrinkling at the corners. “I am only human, after all.”
He kissed me again and then gently pushed me inside.
“Close the door and lock it,” he ordered.
I smiled, stepping back into the apartment, my eyes glued to his. I didn’t want him to leave, but I was beyond impressed with his manners.
“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered, as I closed the door, my heart heavy, my head confused and five stupid words running over and over in my head.
‘Bear will eat you alive…’
Twelve
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I cried. Bear stood in the doorway of my new office with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“I take it you approve?” he asked.
“Like it? I love it!” I said, twirling around in a delighted circle. The room was massive, almost twice as big as my apartment. It was a corner office and made up completely of windows and steel. A huge bouquet of roses was sitting on the credenza behind my desk. I walked over to it and read the card.