Me:
That was good. I actually laughed.
You’ve got plenty of time until I’m ovulating again; I can just go on the weekend
Don’t need a day off for it
Anthony Voss:
Good. Glad I could make you laugh.
You’re taking the day. A car will pick you up from work on Friday evening.
My breath stalls.
Me:
What?
Anthony Voss:
Pack light. A couple of days worth at most. Bring your usual things for our short trips, i.e. ID, passport, travel supplies. You’ll be back at work on Monday. Bring whatever you want, but you won’t be wearing much of it.
I blink at my phone in utter confusion, trying to make sense of it. He wants to start now.Now,now! Two days from now, now.
Me:
Is this how all of your one-night-stands go?
Lingerie shopping and a quick trip somewhere I’m not allowed to know about?
Passport???
Anthony Voss:
Bring it just in case.
And no, it’s not. Trying something new this time.
Feels better this way when it’s with a woman I actually want to ruin slowly.
My skin prickles, and little goosebumps pop up across my arms. “Asshole,” I mutter, but there’s no fire beneath it.
He’s taking me somewhere. Away. No idea where, and no idea how I’ll survive it.
But I’ve said yes. I’ve agreed.
I just have to figure out how to handle it.
Chapter 10
Anthony
I’ve had back-to-back meetings since eight this morning, but I wouldn’t be able to recount them to someone if they’d asked. Numbers blur. Projections filter in one ear and out the other. The assistant from legal asked a question I didn’t hear, and I’m positive I answered with something clipped and likely rude enough to make him consider quitting. Joseph even gave me a look from across the boardroom table; half amused, half concerned. He’s not used to seeing me unmoored. But, I’m not used to feeling like this.
I’ve closed billion-dollar deals with less adrenaline in my system. My nerves feel like they’ve been pulled taut across my skin, but not from anxiety. No, it’s hungrier than that.Anticipation.Want. A low, thrumming desire mixed with a bitter need to find out how this weekend will go.
Will she melt again so easily? Will she let me have her in all the ways I’ve imagined? My brain has been useless all morning. Signatures, phone calls, approvals. I perform them all like muscle memory, but everything behind my eyes is just wandering thoughts of her. I can’t stop thinking about the way she ran out of my office with her flushed skin and tangled hair.I can still visualize the way parted lips with the last moan I’d pulled from her. The way she’d texted me. The way she’dsigned.
