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 smi
le 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.
“So I have actually acted out the second of two fantasies of my own,” he huskily. “I want you to think about what you want to happen next.”
“I have a whole list of things I want to happen next,” she said flirtatiously.
“Then send me that list,” he replied.
Today had been the first time where Dana could really see Jeff as the boss and not some average Joe that she had been trysting with. He did a double take above the door.
“We’re on camera,” he remarked.
“That’s on the list,” she replied without missing a beat.
He wagged his head, knocked off kilter by her remark.
“Okay I gotta go or I am going to have sex with you right here in the lobby,” he laughed.
“That’s also on the list,’’ she said coolly.
He kissed her softly, quickly.
“I can’t wait,” he whispered.
Chapter Seven
Dana’s boss did mind that she was late in getting back. The one time that she actually came back late, happen to be the one time her boss emerged from her office and needed something.
Fortunately her reputation was so good that she escaped with a lecture. Cheryl covered her. As she sat at her desk, Dana realized that she was allowing this affair she was having with her billionaire bad boy to affect her livelihood.
It would be some time before she follow through with that task of sending Jeff that detailed list of her fantasies. Not just because she got into trouble but because her experience with Jeff was so rich and present with her that she was unable to. It was like trying to think of what she wanted to eat when she was stuffed with an amazing dinner.
She literally could not eat. She gave her lunch to Cheryl though she should be starved. She ate a light breakfast, skipped lunch and burned up a lot of calories. She just wasn’t hungry. Something had changed for her. She just wasn’t sure what.
It was like Cheryl said, that sometimes things turned. Dana had just gone on another wild emotional ride with Jeff. Maybe it was time for her to put the brakes on. At least she was hungry again.
Cheryl made her share the details and occasionally as Dana was recounting the details of their passionate exchanges, Dana felt her desire for Jeff bubble up a little. But she was way too satisfied, she really didn’t feel like seeing him soon.
The thing about cooling it on the texts to Jeff was that he had done the same. For the remainder of the week, she had not heard from him. Dana relied on the fact that they had an agreement that they would communicate with one another if their interest had changed.
It was Jeff’s idea to have that agreement so she believed he would honor that. But their encounters went from hot and heavy to cool and the longer she went without hearing from him, Dana wondered if the promise Jeff made her make wasn’t just something he said. She officially began to mope.
The flowers that he sent her refused to wilt. They stayed fresh forever both at home and at work and they were becoming an annoying reminder to her. She tossed both vases in the trash can.
Once she was home, she wasted the better part of the evening searching him on the internet. She searched him in the news for fresh stories. She wondered too if the photographer who had hid camera broken, had been able to publish any of the pictures he took of them.
Jeff’s name and picture cropped up at a new charity event, not a sporting event but a gala and he had a date. Dana burned with jealous. She sat up straight on the couch, stiffened with reaction.
She started searching Jeff’s date’s name. The woman was a high powered executive, maybe not in the financial league as Jeff was but she was a player. Dana was just an assistant.
She told herself that she was the kind of woman that a person like Jeff would only sleep with on the fly. Like on the first day of meeting, as she had with him. She told herself she had wanted him to take her ‘around the world’ as she called it, but now she realized she could not separate her feelings from the sex they had.
As Dana studied Jeff’s date to this charity event, Dana decided the date was the kind of woman that Jeff would fall in love with and it hurt. She didn’t think she had any business of being jealous or hurt, but she was.
Dana started doing math. Jeff wasn’t calling, he said he went on plenty of online dates and he knew how to work it when it came to seducing her. Well if Jeff had other women, he could live without Dana. Dana went on the dating website to take remove her profile.
At work she very seriously broke it to Cheryl that Dana was going to tell Jeff that she was through with hi. That it was over between Jeff and her, that their getting together was something she actually regretted. In perfect timing, office services delivered a package to her.
“Apparently he doesn’t know,” Cheryl said dryly.
A package from Jeff didn’t change things. It was sent to her from overseas.
“He’s in Taiwan,” said Cheryl. “He is a business tycoon. He does occasionally have to do some kind of business besides monkey business. Could be why you haven’t heard from him.”
Dana didn’t soften, even when she opened up the box and saw an intensely beautiful traditional Chinese dress.
“Lovely,” said Cheryl. “If you aren’t keeping it, I want dibs. I figure if I starve myself now I can wear it by my birthday.”
Dana read the card.
“Can’t wait to see you in this, at dinner. Let’s actually eat this time,” he wrote.
“I am going to send it back,” Dana announced.
“Why?” Cheryl demanded.
“Because this is a concubine’s dress,” Dana said. “That what he thinks of me as.”
“Well you kind of gave him that impression when you told him that’s what you were looking for,” said Cheryl. “Was he supposed to magically know that when an adult says something she really doesn’t mean it?”
“I don’t know Cheryl,” Dana declared. “I don’t know if I meant it or not. I know he can’t just not call me.”
“Sounds like you need to figure out that double standard thing,” her friend said to her.
Dana went back to her desk and decided once and for all, she would send Jeff a text that she was through with him and that she would mail the dress to his house. She put the dress in her closet behind her desk.
Somewhere in the late afternoon, her cell phone started buzzing off the hook. A backlog of messages started coming through and she got an endless stream of notifications, all from Jeff. He had been texting her all along. The messages had somehow gotten stuck.
She read them, one by one, and quickly learned that he had been called away suddenly on business. There was a major issue with the internet and cell phone service where they were.
After she had read and re-read the messages, it was clear to her Jeff Edgarian has the hots for her as badly as she had them for her. Dana felt sick to her stomach that she had allowed fear to make her act so impulsively.
She hoped like hell she hadn’t ruined everything. She grabbed the dress and as soon as it was quitting time, she went home and prepared for an intense photo shoot. She had pictures to send to Taiwan.
Chapter Eight
Dana stopped off at a mom and pop’s store to pick up a bottle of wine before heading home to her small, now really cute rental. She was about to pour her heart and soul into the erotic pictures she was going to send to Jeff and she wanted the wine to set the mood.
Once home, she lit candles and scoped out space, creating scenarios for stagin
g. She skipped dinner again and poured herself a glass of wine. She studied the dress he sent her. It was red with more of an orange tint to it. The embroidery and ribbing was true red. She got an idea.
Dana had quite the underwear collection. She pulled out all the pieces that had red prints. She was going to be sporting more than just the dress in these pics. She also gathered some of her costume jewelry -- crystal beads and pearls and big dangling earrings -- and got busy.
Her camera had a time so she was able to stage her pictures and shoot until she was excited about what she saw. She knew that he would be pleased when he saw the pictures too. That was if the break-up email she had sent him didn’t turn him off forever.
Dana had no idea if Jeff would get emails in relatively real time or whether like her, he would get a whole stash of pictures all at once. She could only hope that these works of art that she was creating for him would show him that she hadn’t meant what she said. She didn’t want to break up. Dana uploaded them as soon as she took them.
Her rental house had a beautiful bay window that was the center piece of the very small living room. Dana had taken two days to paint the window until it was show piece. The window had a bed that was large enough for her to curl up in. This would become her stage.
She set the camera up, set the timer and quickly arranged herself in the window. It was such a glamorous shot. Dana leaned against one wall of the window, extending her torso so that the flatness of her stomach was accentuated. She crossed her legs but balanced them on her high heels so that all her muscles were flexed.
Her body was smooth and taut and looked sumptuous decked out in the satin of her red floral underwear. In one picture she was painting her toes in the same red as the dress. She liked that picture especially and felt that he would too.
Next she put on the dress, but removed her underwear so that she had nothing else on. She left most of the garment unbuttoned so that when she sat in the sill of the bay window, the skirt fit tightly around her firm thighs but the bodice of the dress loosely draped.
The curves of her breast were exposed just so and though Dana was on the thin side, the angles made them appear wondrously full. She liked the pictures so well that she created a folder for them on her computer and kept them for herself as well.
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