Vivian
How's our girl?
Me
Surprised. Weepy. Drinking French 75s
great cocktail.
I know it wasn't what she wanted but I hope she still feels part of it
you wouldn't believe the money they raised tonight
i'm sure she'll tell you all about it but she's happy
thank you for everything
no, thank you for taking care of my best girl
I smile and put my phone back in my pocket. I find Ivy sitting at a table with Bea and what looks like some guests. She throws her head back, laughing, and her drink is empty next to her.
First I go to the bar, get her another drink, and then I stop at the dessert table on the way back. You could've just called this the Ivy table because if this was for anyone, it was for her. My favorite sugar fiend. I fill the dessert plate with a s'more brownie, a piece of raspberry pie with oat crumble, and a classic chocolate chip cookie. These are some of our best desserts you can find at the lodge—you can tell because there's only a few of each left.
I walk to the table, careful to not spill the drink or topple the treats. When Ivy sees me, the look she gives me almost brings me to my knees.
Fuck.
As long as I have her by my side, I can probably do almost anything. The wave of hope runs over my body, unexpectedly. It's not often I feel this way because I'd basically convince myself I didn't deserve it. There's still moments where I don't think I do, but Ivy makes me feel like I can. I love her so much.
"Ooooh, treats!" Ivy exclaims as she sees the plate.
"The pie," Bea croons, giving two thumbs up. "That's the best one on your plate."
The ballroom is almostempty. Someone's phone is plugged in and playing music across the space while some couples are dancing.
"Are you readyto get back? I'm sure Slate is," I say to Ivy, who is comfortably sitting back watching the few people on the dance floor, while Slate snoozes in his sweater in a dog bed we had at the front desk.
She nods, grabbing my forearm, wrapping her arms around it and leaning her head on my shoulder for just as a second. I grab Slate, bed and all, and head out of the ballroom. We pass a few guests in the hallway, everyone looking familiar and happy. Tonight was a win not only for Ivy, seeing her event come to fruition, but for the guests who've been stuck in the snow storm. Bea, Mackenzie, and all of the staff should be proud of what they've pulled off the last few days.
Slate is snoring as I set him behind the front desk—we'll just be a minute. I open the door to my office and check to make sure there isn't anything urgent on my desk. I can't imagine much would come in during the storm but want to be sure.
I hear the door shut and my eyes shoot up. Ivy stands, with her back resting on the door—her lips pull up in a devilish grin.
"What you did for me tonight. Amazing." She slowly walks over to the edge of the desk, her heels clicking on the tile floor just like that first day she strolled into the lodge. She rests her arms on the front of my desk, her perfect tits almost spilling out of her black dress with the way she's leaning forward.
"Amazing, huh?" I bait her.
She saunters over, slipping in between me and the edge of the desk. When she reaches out and grabs some of my shirt, pulling me close to her, my dick twitches. Ivy captures my mouth with hers and it's deliciously chaotic. It's lips and teeth, nibbles and swipes. She moans as I kiss her jaw and lick down the length of her throat until I'm at the top of her breasts.
"Youdon't want me to rip this, right?" I ask just as Ivy finds the zipper and pulls it down. She shimmies out of the top, the fabric falling down and baring her tits.
"Good girl," I praise her just how I know she likes it. She giggles and her cheeks turn pink.
We're in my office. My brain is about to short circuit.
My hands wrap around her lower back, lifting her up and sitting her on my desk. My very professional, but about to be fucked on, desk. When her ass hits the edge, her tits bounce, and Ivy lets out a sweet moan. She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, giving me the space to stand between them as my cock touches her panties.
I take one of her nipples between two fingers and roll it. Ivy puts her head back, her breathing loud and raspy, before I even get my mouth on her other breast. I use my tongue to flick the bud before sucking.
