Concern spreads over his face. "Where?"
"Nick. I can't say."
His brow furrows.
"It didn't sound right. That project means everything to you. But you're very—" I turn away from Nick's gaze. "—enigmatic. I thought I'd ask."
Even without looking at him, I can tell he's staring through me.
"Lizzy, who told you that?" His voice gets rough.
"I can't say."
"I can only guess the source of your information. Was it Blake Sterling?"
I say nothing.
Nick sighs. "I can't discuss it with you."
"Because I won't give up my source?"
"No. Your source is obvious. There's no one else who would share this kind of information with you."
"Maybe there's another tech CEO who wants to fuck me. You're the one who said that men will find me irresistible."
He brushes off my comment. "You shouldn't be so careless with your questions."
I push my chair back. "I asked you because I trust you."
"It was careless."
"So I shouldn't trust you?" I press my hands together. "I want to help you."
"You can't."
"But—"
"Don't be stubborn. This is none of your business. You shouldn't have asked."
"But, Nick. You're upset. You don't have to talk to me as your co-worker, but we are friends... I do care about you."
There's so much pain in his expression, but he's locking me out. Every impulse in my body is begging me to wipe that pain away. To kiss him, or stroke his hair, or whisper in his ear that it's going to be okay.
I never want to do that. I don't even know how to comfort someone. I tried and failed a few times when Kat was upset.
But I do know how to resist another person's comfort. I know how it looks. And right now, Nick is resisting help.
Which should be fine. If this relationship really is casual. If we really are fuck buddies.
I tap my fingers against my skirt. I take a few bites of my food, but it doesn't have any taste. I don't want it anymore.
It's not fine.
He's next to me, but he's not here. He's off somewhere in his head. I've been through that with so many other people. But not with him. Not anymore.
Sitting next to him and feeling alone is too hard.
I stand and smooth my skirt. "Excuse me. I have to make a call. I should go. Thank you for lunch, but I'm not feeling very hungry."
"Lizzy—"
"You want to be alone. I'm not going to intrude."
He stares back at me, a wall of stone again. "I'll see you at seven to check your work."
I give him ten seconds to tell me I'm wrong, to ask me to stay.
He doesn't.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I make a lunch out of the snacks in the break room and throw myself into programming. There's plenty to do. It holds my attention.
At seven on the dot, Nick arrives at my desk to check my work. We're the only people here. The lights are off.
He's calm and aloof. "Are you all right?"
"Nothing I won't get over." Eventually. I clear my throat. "Do you need me here for this?"
"Yes." His posture hardens. He turns to the screen and points out half a dozen errors. "This part is good. You can finish it tomorrow."
"Thank you. Have a great night." I find my coat hanging off the back of my chair and go to put it on.
Nick helps me into it. His eyes meet mine, but he doesn't say anything.
***
At home, I shove my furniture aside, roll out my yoga mat, and stream an extra fast vinyasa video. I push myself too hard. My back will pay for it soon. I can't help it. I need the release from my thoughts.
It hurts seeing Nick in pain.
Much more than it should.
There's a knock on my door. Must be a neighbor who needs something.
I wipe the sweat from my brow and make my way to the door. "Yes?"
"I'd like to speak with you."
Nick.
I pull the door open. "Why?"
His eyes go to my exposed stomach. They scan my body slowly.
Nerves build in my stomach. I love the way he's looking at me. I can't help it.
"Can I come in?" His voice is even.
"Sure." I motion for him to follow and plant on my bed.
Nick makes eye contact. "I'm sorry."
I swallow hard. "You are?"
"Yes. I appreciate that you want to help."
"Really?"
He nods. "But there's nothing anyone can do. I have a one-third stake in the company. The other owners don't need my permission to sell. I should have explained that."
I pat the spot on bed next to me. "You really hate losing control, huh?"
"Yes." He sits next to me.
"Is that why you're into BDSM?"
"I'd rather not discuss it right now."
"I'm glad I'm not your girlfriend. I bet I'd hear those words every single day."
He pulls me into his lap. "I'd like to make it up to you. To take you somewhere tomorrow night."
"Where?"
"It's a surprise."
"You have to give me a hint if you want me to agree."
"You'll get a chance to test your life philosophy."
"That's the worst hint I've ever heard."
He wraps his arms around my waist. "You'll have the chance to take a risk."
"That's ten percent better."
He smiles. "I should let you get on with your night."
But he doesn't leave. He pulls me closer. He presses his lips against my neck. My cheek. My lips.
God, he tastes good.
When the kiss breaks, I stare into his eyes. There's that same loneliness, like it hurt him that he couldn't talk to me.
It hits somewhere deep. I don't like seeing him lonely. It's too familiar. Too painful.
"Why don't you stay?" I ask. "We can have dinner and watch the second Terminator movie. It's better than the first one."
He looks around my room like he's afraid of intruding. Nick's never loved anyone. Is it possible he's never spent the night in a women's apartment doing anything besides fucking?
"I have to shower," I say. "But otherwise, you're welcome."
"Okay."
"Okay." I smile much wider than I mean to. "Do you want to order dinner or do you want a cheese sandwich?"
"I'll order something spicy."
***
We feast on extra spicy Chinese food on my floor. Hot and sour soup, Kung pao chicken, stir fried green beans. It's authentic—just the right amount of oil and salt. Not like the rich people, healthy takeout food my sister likes.
After dinner, we watch The Terminator: Judgment Day. There's nowhere to sit except my bed. Nick places his body behind mine, his legs around my hips, his chest against my back.
There are way more car crashes in the movie than I remembered. I close my eyes and lean into his body. He pulls me closer. He strokes my hair.
He's so warm.
Soft and hard at once.
Even though he's in his suit, he's not stiff or awkward. He's comfortable. It's been so long since anything has felt this comfortable, this safe.
I keep my eyes closed as I melt into his arms. I shouldn't fall asleep like this, but I can't bring myself to resist it...
I wake up in the dark. There's a weight shifting on the bed. Nick. He's leaving. The TV is off.
"Did you finish the movie?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Wasn't it sweet, at the end?"
He nods.
"I'm sorry I called you a robot. You didn't deserve that."
"Yes, I did." He kisses me. "Good night, Lizzy."
"Good night, Nick."
He lets himself out.
I toss and turn. The bed feels so cold without him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I wake up to a text message from Nick.
Nick: I left a package at the front desk of your building. I'll pick
you up at 8:00. We leave at 8:30.
Lizzy: What do we do with those thirty minutes?
Nick: You're not subtle.
Lizzy: Give me a break. I just woke up. Let me try again. Are you going to spend those thirty minutes fucking me?
Nick: No.
I send him a frowning-face emoji.
Nick: Do you know what my mom said whenever she saw me frowning?
Lizzy: "Don't cry. One day you'll be a billionaire."
Nick: "Don't pout. You'll get wrinkles."
Lizzy: Didn't work. You frown all the time.
Nick: I will fuck you tonight. After.
That earns him one smiley face emoji. I leave my phone on my desk and hightail it downstairs. Sure enough, there's a package for me. The doorman hands it over with a knowing smile.
I smile back despite my urge to tell him to mind his own business. Hard to feel upset when my head is dreaming up all sorts of beautiful images to go with Nick's promise. There are so many possibilities. He could fuck me here, or in his apartment, or in the office, or wherever it is we're going.
The package is not the most helpful clue. It's a purple cocktail dress and a lingerie set in the same shade of amethyst. Seamless bra and skimpy thong panties. Both are soft silk.
We must be going somewhere special.
***
There's a knock on the door at exactly 8PM.
Nick.
"Just a minute." I throw off my lounging clothes, slip into the matching purple bra and panty set, and answer the door.
Nick looks damn handsome in his sleek black suit. Better with his eyes wide. Somehow, there's no surprise in his expression. He's cool, collected.
He steps inside, shutting the door behind him.
His hands go to my ass. He lifts me and presses me against the wall. All that heat of his body melts into mine. We're close, and he's staring into my eyes with this expression I can’t place.
"You trying to tease me?" His nails dig into my skin.
The burst of pain wakes up all my senses. I run my hands through his hair. For once, I can touch him. It feels damn good to touch him.
"Are you mad I answered the door in lingerie?" I press my body against his. "Lingerie you sent me."
"No." His teeth scrape against my neck.
"You seem mad."
He shifts his hips, pinning me against the wall. "Put your hands on my shoulders."
I do.
Nick pulls my bra cup down, so my nipple pops out. He kisses his way down my neck and chest, until his mouth is around my nipple.
He bites me.
Fuck.
My sex clenches. It hurts in such a good way.
He does it again, a little harder.
"Nick." I squeeze my thighs around his hips. "I don't know what you're doing, but please keep doing it."
He bites me again and again, harder and harder. Every time, my flesh stings with pain. I tug at his suit jacket. Squeeze my legs around his body.
His palm presses against my sex, over my panties. It winds me up. God, I want him touching me.
With his next bite, I yelp. He doesn't stop. Only goes harder. I close my eyes to focus on the hurt, the way my body screams out for him. It's intense, but I can manage it.
Harder.
Harder.
"Ow." It's too much. I tug at his jacket. "Yellow."
He softens then moves to my other nipple and teases it mercilessly. His palm rubs against my panties, pressing the silk against my skin.
I give up on figuring out his intentions and surrender to the sting of pain, the pulse of anticipation in my core. I want him so badly I can barely breathe.
He bites me until I cry out. His eyes meet mine. They're full of desire but he's still so calm and collected.
No relenting, he bites me again.
Fuck. It's too much. "Red."
Nick shifts, unpinning me and setting me on the ground. He's hard. He's hard but he's effortlessly collected.
He brushes his fingertips against my cheek, looking into my eyes like he's trying to make sure I'm okay.
"What was that supposed to be?" I ask.
"You teased me. I teased you back."
Okay. That makes sense. More or less. Maybe a little less. I try to find a clue in his expression. It's almost like he's frustrated.
My gaze goes to the bulge in his slacks. That looks like a frustrating problem. Hell, it's torture just looking at him without having him in my hands or my mouth or my cunt.
"You wanted to fuck me," I say.
He's unblinking.
"You almost did." I can't help but smile. "It pissed you off that you wanted to go against your edict. That you wanted me that badly."
"No one likes a sore winner."
My smile is smug as hell. "We have twenty-five minutes. No reason why we can't use them."
"After." He moves to my desk. "How well do you know Texas Hold 'Em?"
"Okay, I guess. I made that bot a year ago. Played a few times since. Why? If I knew, would you fuck me?"
"Yes."
Damn. What a time to be ignorant of a poker variant. I study Nick's expression. It's not steel, but it's determined. He's going to get his way. I might as well get into my clothes.
I slide into my cocktail dress and present my back to him. "Zip me."
He does. His fingers linger on my exposed skin. It sends a pang of lust straight to my core. It's torture knowing he won't touch me properly until later.
Is it torture for him too?
He pulls a deck of cards from his jacket pocket and motions to my desk.
I sit. "It wasn't hard to teach the bot the statistics. The hard part was teaching it when to bluff."
"Your program was the most ambitious poker AI I've even seen."
"Really?"
He nods.
I beam. There's affection in his expression. It does something to me, makes me warm everywhere. "Why are we talking about poker?"
"You're playing in a tournament tonight."
"That's not possible, because that would mean you entered me in a tournament without my permission." I fold my arms. "I can't play for money. And certainly not—Nick, did you pay an entry fee for me?"
"It's not a high-stakes game."
"I'm pretty sure we have different ideas of high-stakes."
"The pot is about a hundred thousand dollars. Most serious games are two or three times that."
My ability to breathe falters. A hundred thousand dollars. Chump change to Nick. A fortune to me. To any reasonable person.
He brushes my hair behind my ear. "The entry fee was about four thousand dollars. There are thirty players. The top seven places come out ahead. Anything after eighth and you go home with nothing."
I take his cards and press them against his chest. "You cannot pay for my entry fee. Uh-huh. No fucking way."
"Consider it an investment. We split your winnings, fifty-fifty."
What a load. "You'll find some loophole to force me to keep all the money."
He shuffles the deck and places it on my desk. "I won't. I promise. We each keep half." He extends his hand to shake.
I don't take it. "Gambling is illegal."
"Don't tell me you're afraid of risk."
"It's your money."
"It's paid."
He deals the cards. Three face up. Two to each of us. "You know the rules?"
"Yes." I stare into his deep brown eyes. "You're going to do some BS thing like spend all your winnings on lingerie for me."
"Lingerie is a gift for me as much as it is for you."
I motion to the door. "Didn't seem like it."
"You didn't enjoy that?"
My cheeks flush. "Then why were you—"
"You like being teased. You liked me teasing you. What's to explain?"
"But you didn't... you didn't seem like you liked it."
"I do. It gets me off knowing you're trying to tease me." He runs his fingertips over the neckline of my dress.
"Ni
ck..."
He presses his lips to my neck. "I want to throw you on that bed, rip off those panties, and fuck you until you're screaming my name."
God, he's good at teasing. He's on a whole other level.
"You're evil," I groan.
He releases me and kneels next to the desk. His eyes meet mine. "Once upon a time, a wise woman told me that it's good to want things. It makes you know you're alive."
"Wise, huh? You sure she wasn't trying to manipulate you?"
"She was flirting. In her way." He smiles and runs his fingertips over my cheek.
The touch is so sweet, so intimate. It sends a shiver down my spine. Makes me want him on a whole other level.
His voice gets harder. "You wear that lingerie for me."
It's not a question. I nod anyway.
"That gets me off. Knowing you're mine. Knowing you want my attention."
How can this relationship be casual if I'm his? I swallow the question. I have to worry about losing four grand. I can't deal with any distractions.
He drags his fingertips over the back of my neck as he takes me through a dozen sample games. I remember the rules, the statistics, the strategies. Sure, I can bluff well, and I know enough about reading other people to figure out when to call and when to fold, but there's no way I can compete with anyone who takes poker seriously.
Nick might as well kiss that entry fee goodbye.
***
We take the subway to a fancy building across from the Hudson. A password to the doorman grants us access to the penthouse floor.
The den of sin is a gorgeous apartment with an amazing view. The main room has a wet bar, lounge chairs, and a smattering of gambling offerings. Not just poker tonight—there's roulette, craps, Blackjack.
Nick nods to a back room. It's bright yellow from the fluorescent lights, somehow ominous and sterile and the same time. Most of the room is hidden from view but I can see a poker table and a circle of chairs.
"This is the first tournament. The stakes get higher as the night goes on." He takes my coat and hangs it on a rack. His hands return to my shoulders, his touch gentle. "You ready?"
I nod. "You're such a bad boy, breaking the law like this. Maybe I should punish you."
He smiles. "You don't want to."
I admit nothing.
He knows he's right though. I can see it in his cocky smile. I like it. I like the way he smiles, the way his eyes light up and his cheeks get wide.
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