“Anything you want.”
“Okay.” She looks me in the eyes. “Let’s go cuddle,” she quietly says. “If I haven’t totally freaked you out and scared you off. I’ll set up my phone so we can watch a movie and cuddle. I have a couch by my desk.”
“You do?”
I allow her to step out of my embrace and she leads me back toward the main office entrance and around a divider. I realize this is her desk.
Her scent subtly floats in the air, notes of honey and apricot back again. Combined with the way her pulse races, I force myself not to grin. My balls might be unhappy with this choice, butshe’shappy.
That’swhat’s important. And, yes, she has a couch just behind her desk and against the wall.
I walk over and sit at the far end. “What movie would you like to watch?”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. It’s what you asked for.” And while she may not realize it, this will be the toughest test of my self-control in my very long life.
“But…” She looks like she can’t believe I actually agreed to it. “No negotiation?”
“To watch a movie? I mean, all right.” I think about it. “I’m not really a Hallmark kind of guy. While I don’t mind foreign films, you might find it tedious to read the subtitles on a phone screen. I don’t enjoy gory horror movies, but I like old classic Hollywood monster movies.”
She bursts out laughing, and my cock surges, throbbing. I barely restrain myself from reaching down and adjusting myself. I love the sound of her laugh, and if I won’t get laid tonight, at least I will havethismemory—of her laughter and her smile—to sustain me when I return to my hotel later and jerk off.
“How aboutMonty Python and the Holy Grail?”
My hearttrulyfeels light for the first time since losing Robert. “Perfect.”
After digging out her phone, she sets it up in the charging cradle, so we can watch it. Then she settles next to me on the couch, and when I raise my arm so she can snuggle against me, she surprises me by curling up on her side with her head in my lap.
Okay, I’m not only hard, I’m hard in a way I didn’t think was possible to achieve. Painfully so.
There will be a very long masturbation session in my immediate future, or I’ll never get to sleep, dawn or not.
As the opening credits roll, she wiggles around a little, getting comfortable, and pulls my arm around her so she can hold my hand. Her flesh feels warm against me, and while I wish we were naked, this is an almost perfect moment. It’s the sweetest torture imaginable, and I don’t ever wish to escape it.
Then she looks up. “Thank you.”
She sounds relieved and lost…and like she’s feeling as terrified as I am. “No, thankyou.”
13
Eilidh
I can imagine tryingto tell someone this story, being asked about it.
You work at a nightclub with a secret BDSM club in the basement, surrounded by suit-clad hunks, and had dinner with yet another hunk who seems to be into you. That’s really neat, huh? So, what’d you do tonight?
Well, me and a very old, very rich, andveryfreaking handsome vampire cuddled on my office couch and watchedMonty Python and the Holy Grailon my phone.That’swhat we did.
And then we watched the first three episodes ofCowboy Bebop.
Yeah, I’m not even sureIbelieve it.
We cuddled, and we watched my phone, and not once did Dexter try to pressure me for more despite the scent of his arousal returning stronger than ever and me occasionally brushing up against what feels like a freaking telephone pole in his perfectly tailored slacks.
Okay, so yeah, I was a little mean and deliberately shifted positions a few times to gauge his interest.
Apparently, he’sveryinterested.
