His demeanor is now that of a powerful lawyer. He’s sitting up straight towering over me when he says, “What happened last night can never happen again. Do you understand?” My eyes are lowered as the feeling of embarrassment comes back. That didn’t take long, I think.
“Please look at me. I want to be loud and clear, no misunderstandings. I can sense you don’t like that, but it’s something I need to do. Should I continue or do you want me to leave. I promise I won’t come back a second time.” He’s so serious and is calling all the shots now. What more can he do? His words from minutes before run through my mind.
I make eye contact so he knows what I’m saying is true. “No, please stay. I’m listening.”
“Let’s start with the contract. Given my profession and the number of confidential matters I’m involved in, I need to protect my clients and myself. If we are going to spend time together there may be instances when you may hear or see things that are highly confidential. I need to be certain they remain confidential. Do you understand?” I nod.
“To address your question about being a rich bastard,” I flinch and it’s obvious too, “you should know that many of my own clients have these agreements in place, so it’s not as uncommon as you may think. Did you hear about the guy in the news who’s suing his company for ten million dollars after being dismissed because his ex-girlfriend sent emails to his colleagues disclosing disparaging comments he made about them? A confidentiality agreement could have prevented that. I am sure you won’t do anything like that, but you must understand, the larger my firm gets the higher the risk. Keeping my private life private is very important to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Adam, I do.”
“If you had not stormed off last night, I would have told you all of this and we would not be sitting here like this now.” His tone is reprimanding.
“I know and I’m really sorry. I really do regret running away.”
“Fair enough. So will you sign the agreement then?”
“Of course I will.”
“Good. I’ll have my lawyer call you to make arrangements for you to sign it. It’s not complicated. The gist of it states that all matters between the two of us are to remain confidential indefinitely. You’re a paralegal, so you know what that means.”
He’s making sure he gets all of his requirements met for me to be with him. He must know that after what he just did to me, I’m going to say yes to all of them.
He asks, “Do you want to see my doctor then?” Again, I nod in agreement thinking it will just be easier to see one doctor. “Okay, so where do we go from here then?” He is asking me the question.
All I can think to say is, “Are you hungry?” He smiles slightly.
“I am hungry, but not only for food. Too bad we have some things to settle before I can have you.”
I feel excitement ring through me and I smile back when I say. “I wouldn’t want you starving over me. I’ll get the lawyer and doctor sorted out next week.” Shit. Where did that come from?
He grins. “I like your quick wit Violet. It’s just one more thing I find intriguing about you.”
“I’ll do my best to keep you amused then. Now let me get you some lunch to help tide you over for a bit.” Damn, my mouth is too quick. I manage to keep smiling as I walk to the kitchen. I stick my head out of the kitchen door. “Do you like Havarti cheese and tomato?”
He’s more cheerful now. “I love Havarti and I enjoy being amused. I look forward to finding out how well you will amuse me.” His comment oozes sex. I like it and reply accordingly.
“You will be pleased then, because I am a very fast learner. I’ll be back in a minute.” My confidence is returning as I watch him pull out his Blackberry, smile to himself, and begin typing while I make him some lunch. I am so happy to take care of him right now and feel relieved and lucky at the same time. I bring the food over to him.
“Thank you,” he says. I smile at him. I just want to watch him eat my sandwich.
“Do you want some sparkling water?” I ask.
“Yes, with lemon or lime if you have it.” In the kitchen, I slice some lemon and pour the water into a glass for him. He looks up at me as I hand him the glass. “I could get used to this, you waiting on me. I rather like it.” He grabs my arm and pulls me down to him and kisses me again and then looks at the clock. “Crap, it’s almost 3, I have to go. My plane leaves at eight and I still need to get back to the office, go home, and then get to the plane.”
Feeling sad I ask, “When are you back?”
“Tuesday night. I’ll see you at the opening on Wednesday night, okay?”
It bothers me that he is traveling. Selfishly, I would have loved to spend this weekend with him getting to know him in more ways than one. Dirty girl flashes through my mind. I reply sweetly, hiding what I am really thinking, “Okay. I’m going to miss you.”
“Me, or my finger?” He holds the magic finger up in the air and grins.
I grin back, “Both, of course.” I feel quite bright about my response. He looks so sexy when he stands up. I begrudgingly walk him to the door to kiss him goodbye.
He still has the Blackberry in his hand. I give him my contact information and watch him type it in. “I’ll email you from my personal email and include my cell number, okay? Now give me another kiss before I go.”
He pulls me tightly into him. This man has ruined me for any other man, I just know it. He kisses me passionately. I could do this all day; he is such a great kisser. I wave and say, “Bye, I’ll see you next week.” I watch him walk down the hall to the stairs to leave my building. I am so happy we were able to sort that out, our first disagreement.
Chapter 7
It’s almost 10. I tried to call Adam earlier to tell him that I was seeing his lawyer on Monday at lunch and his doctor later that same afternoon. I was excited to give him the good news then realized he was likely in the air when I called. I imagine him seated in first class, working on his laptop.
Ann has plans with Ted, which is to be expected on a Friday night. I pour myself a glass of wine and try to relax. Of course my thoughts trail back to Adam each minute. On my way to the kitchen, I look into Ann’s former bedroom. A flashback of earlier today comes to mind. I will never look at that room in the same way. I grin to myself at the thought of what Adam did to me with just one finger. I wonder what he is thinking. Is it the same for men? Is he missing me like I’m missing him?
Having lots of time to think, I begin to plan my Saturday. I am going to tidy up, get groceries, do my laundry, and buy some new clothes. Ann is supposed to meet me in the afternoon. The timing to shop is perfect as I was awarded a special bonus from Paul as a thank you for all the long hours during the bank merger transaction. He’s so thoughtful. I feel bad having called in sick today, but I will do some work over the weekend to make up for it. I hear my phone beep. I run to grab it in case it’s Adam, but it’s Ann confirming plans for tomorrow.
I realize I have lots to look forward to this coming week. Ann and I have a mutual friend, Sarah, who will be in town visiting. We’re planning to meet for dinner on Monday evening. I’ll see Adam at the opening event on Wednesday. I already miss him and there is no relief in sight either. At 11 I decide to go to bed. I welcome the sleep to rest my brain that is filled with unrelenting thoughts. My life before Adam was boring and predictable. My thoughts then were under control and not full of so much emotion. Am I falling in love? Is love supposed to be all encompassing? I think the answer is yes. I turn off the lights and lay my head down on my pillow. I begin to count backwards from a hundred to help me fall asleep.
I wake up at 8 and lie in my bed and think about the things I need to do before I meet Ann this afternoon. Of course, Adam comes to mind. There is a five-hour time difference between here and London so it’s already 1 there. I want to call him and decide a text message is safer in case he’s in a m
eeting. I get out of bed to grab my phone and head to the kitchen to put on the kettle. As I wait for it to boil, I begin to think about what I might say. Dear Adam, I miss you. Come back now. Nope, I’m not going to send that. I begin to type again: Adam, I hope all is well in London. You must be having lunch now while I am having breakfast. Forever yours, Violet. xoxo.
I press send before I can change my mind. Feeling empowered by my text, I make my tea and a piece of toast. My phone is close by so I can hear if it buzzes with a return text from Adam. Halfway through my tea I hear my phone buzz. It’s him.
His text message reads: Violet, all is well here. Yes, I just finished a lunch meeting. Can I call you tonight? It will be late, likely midnight your time. You will be mine, very soon. Adam.
I am amazed at his confidence and cockiness, but that’s part of the attraction I have for him. The thought of being his makes me tingle down there. My body fills with excitement at the thought of being with him that way.
I type my reply: Of course. I look forward to your call. xoxo.
Now having something to look forward to on Saturday night, I finish my tea. It’s time to get my chores out of the way. I always feel good when I have cleaned the apartment. Often times, I just stand back to admire a job well done. My inner voice says, How boring, Violet. But I feel that is about to change.
At noon I meet Ann at the mall. We are going to grab a quick sandwich and then do some shopping. “Hiya,” I say as she gives me a hug.
“So how are things with Mr. Stone, then?” she asks, wasting no time.
“If you had asked me that yesterday morning I would have cried. However, today things are great.”
“Why, what happened between then and now?”
“Actually, quite a bit. He took me to dinner at Tower Restaurant, the one on the 25th floor of the Bank Tower downtown. He was probing to find out as much about me as possible. He was very interested in what I had to say and made me feel like I was the only one in the room.”
“Great, so what’s the problem then?”
“I can’t get into too much detail other than he asked me something that made me feel angry at the time. I had two glasses of wine and sipping a third glass. I’m sure that contributed to my outburst. I left him sitting at the table and ran off.”
“What could he possibly say to make you that mad?”
“He is very wealthy and successful, so I guess it must be a different set of rules when you’re dating someone like him. I hope I don’t sound like I’m bragging, I don’t mean to. Anyway, we were able to resolve our differences and we are fine now. That’s all that matters.” Adam would be proud at my discretion, and I haven’t even signed the agreement yet.
“It must’ve been bad if you walked out. So that was Thursday night, what happened after that? You should’ve called me!”
“I know. When I woke up on Friday morning and realized what I had done, I was devastated. I called in sick, I was so distraught. Eventually, I mustered up the courage to call him and he agreed to meet me for lunch at the apartment. Like I said, we were able to sort things out. I don’t know what I would have done if we didn’t.”
Ann doesn’t press the matter, which I appreciate. “I am glad you sorted it out. It’s a good start to a relationship, being able to get through things together. You are learning fast Vee. You’ll be a pro in no time. You have the hots for him big time. Your body language says it all.”
“I imagine I sound like a teenage girl, but I am crazy stupid over him. Is that possible after only two dates? I feel like I’m doing something wrong.”
Ann is always my voice of reason. “Actually Vee, some people believe in love at first sight. You just know when it feels right. So no, it’s not strange. Some people, although rare these days, meet that one person and everything just works out. I wish that for you and Adam.” I smile over at her. She is such a loyal and trustworthy friend. Ann was by my side during my mother’s illness. She was like my sister and a daughter to my parents. I am so lucky to have a friend and confidante like her.
“Thanks Ann. Now let’s go shopping. I need a mental break from Adam right now.” We laugh and get up to begin our spree. We stroll through the plaza for several hours. I purchase two new suits, one in beige for summer and one in blue that I can transition into the autumn. I also buy two pairs of pumps, one in black and the other in navy blue. This is a change from the flats and square heeled shoes I usually wear. We also find some great tops and a dress for me. Ann buys jeans, a few tops, and a blazer. Given her already bursting wardrobe she really has no need to shop. It’s been a fun outing and I look forward to getting home to sit down for a while.
Later in the evening, I pin up my hair and take a warm bath to help me relax. I think about hearing his voice and it makes me excited. After my bath, I am tucked in bed with a book waiting for his call. It’s just past midnight when my phone rings.
“Hello, it’s me. How are you?” Just hearing his voice makes me smile. That radio voice, no, panty remover voice - that’s better, I think.
“I’m fine. I miss you,” I reply.
“Me too,” he says. “Sorry I’m calling so late, it’s been busy here. I am practically working all weekend and late next week until I come back. Are you in bed?”
All I hear is bed. “Yes, I am. Are you?”
“No, I’m sitting at the desk of my hotel suite thinking about you in bed without me. What are you wearing?”
“I am in a T-shirt and panties.”
“Wish I was there.” His voice begins to sound a little more sultry, deep, and breathy. “Take off your T-shirt and panties.” I hesitate for one second and then oblige.
“Okay, I’m naked now,” I whisper. My heart is starting to beat faster.
“That’s better, can you put the phone on speaker? You’ll need both hands.” I am getting moist, where is he going with this? I press the speakerphone button.
“Suck your fingers for me, and use both hands, I want to hear.” I put the phone on my pillow and begin to suck two of my fingers making sucking noises so he can hear me.
“That sounds really good. Are your fingers nice and wet now?”
Breathlessly I reply, “Yes, they are.”
“Good, now use the wet fingers to play with your nipples, both at the same time. Describe to me what you’re doing.” I moan a little. This is hot.
“My right hand is circling my right nipple and my left hand is circling the other. They’re hard and erect now.”
“Oh that sounds nice. I wish I was there to see. What else are you doing?”
“I am circling both nipples in the opposite direction, it feels really good.” I hear him shuffling in his seat.
“That’s a good girl, you follow instructions very well. Now I want to hear you come. Slowly move your fingers down your body. Tell me how you’re doing it.”
“I’m trailing my fingers over my breasts slowly and moving down to my navel,” I moan. “I’m circling my navel and it feels so good. I’m now at my pubic hair, running my fingers through it.”
“Very nice, now I want you to explore yourself down there. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes, I am touching down there now.”
“Good girl. Are you wet?”
“Yes, very wet,” I whisper. My breathing is heavier now.
“I want you to slowly insert a finger into yourself and describe it to me.”
“I am circling around there and inserting my finger now. I feel ridges and it’s warm and wet.”
“Now finger yourself, have you done that before?”
“Yes, I have.”
“You’re making me very hot, Babe. I wish I was there with you to watch. Tell me more.”
“It feels good. I am wiggling my finger like you did yesterday. It really feels good.” I’m panting a little. It really does feel good.
“
Okay Babe, what else can do you do to make yourself come?”
“I can touch my clitoris,” I moan.
“Do you play with yourself often?”
“Yes, sometimes.” If only he knew.
“Oh, that would be fun to watch. Will you play with yourself in front of me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now play with your clitoris and think of what I was doing with my finger yesterday.”
I am so into this. “I’m thinking of your long finger. I want you to do that again. Oh, this feels so good. I’m close.”
“Now imagine me inside of you while you play with your clit.” This causes me to moan; feeling him inside of me is all I have been thinking of. The instruction continues as his sexy voice commands. “Don’t you dare come, Babe, I am not finished with you yet. Wait, hold on for a few minutes. Slide your fingers down a bit and feel your moisture and then come back up to your clit. Use your wetness to make it better.”
I obey. “Okay, my fingers are down lower and I’m soaking wet. It feels good. I’m taking some of my wetness to rub around my clit. I’m thinking of you inside me. This is crazy, please let me come,” I plead. The feelings running through my body are intense and being so close and having to stop has only heightened the feeling.
His sexy voice croons, “Have some control Violet. Just a little longer. The outcome will be better and way more intense and pleasurable. Trust me. You trust me don’t you?”
I moan again. “Yessss. I trust you. I’m holding on. I’m lowering my fingers away from my clit. I am so close though.” I try to hold back as long as I can. This is way better than doing it alone.
“I like that you listen to me. Do you like to obey me?”
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