“Have a think about it,” I say, driving the newer Bentley and feeling her eyes on me.
“If things don’t work out between us. And you, say, become my chef again, you will need more conservative clothes.”
“What? And why?”
“Let’s say I get a real wife. Like, some spoilt, entitled, conservative old-money type.”
“Like a boring Edwina or Tiffany?”
“Exactly,” I say, playing along.
“You’d get bored!”
“Likely, anyway. There is no way she will want your hot butt around the home serving me. Especially in my shirt or your hot denim skirt! You. Need. More. Clothes!”
I say the last part flatly as I drive the Bentley through the leaves.
Samantha raises an astounded brow, then she looks dumbfounded. I drive on, heading towards several stylish boutiques. Samantha then lets loose fast, and she tells me I’m a dick.
“You want a dick?” I ask, serious and acting stupid.
Sam bites her lip and looks straight ahead. She puts her barefeet onto the Bentley’s walnut and leather console and runs her hand through her hair.
Her legs are apart, and I want to be between them.
As the wind blows her hair, I am forced to inhale.
“Don’t tempt me now, woman,” I command her. “I will pull over, and I will take you against a tree. You know I will.”
“Yeah, you say that,” she says. “As if I won’t like it.”
As I drive, I hold the wheel and growl. I then shift in the expensive leather seat. I’m getting hard, fast.
I am tempted to drive into the next set of dense oak trees and pull her pants down and take her on the hood of the Bentley.Hard!
We don’t go allthe way to the upstate city, and we find the designer boutiques I had seen online. We also find a wicked lingerie boutique.
As Sam tries on the most incredible black, white, red, and yellow lingerie sets, I get a message from Tokyo.
It is the last thing I want to deal with now, but I take a quick glance. The Japanese have signed!
All I need to do now is sign tomorrow in NYC with Troy and Rhett.
The combination of having the deal off my chest and Samantha calling me out about over working, but in a cool way, makes me feel calmer.
Her explaining I should learn to live in the now was wise. I had been living for the future for so very long. I’d also been so engrossed in media, and the advertising and entertainment industry, I’d stopped really living.
I had been encouraged to be successful by my family, butthat was another matter.
Having Samantha around is grounding me. She is also becoming good at calling out my bullshit. When I’m being way too serious, way too grumpy, or way too silent and cold.
Although, at night, she seems to be fine with this.
Me commanding her. Me claiming her. Me controlling her.
And memaking her come.
We have a heated debate about time on the way home with the clothes. Sam argues intelligently and as good as most attorneys I deal with.
