Riley
Iput the phone down and take a sip of coffee. It’s ten a.m. and I’m already exhausted. After all night with Ian, I hardly have the energy to breathe.
He brought me back home, I took a quick shower and then I ran to the theatre, late and a little dazed after having the best sex of my life.
He really wanted me. He wanted my body, my mind and my soul. My breathing and my moaning. He wanted me to want it as badly as he did, and to let myself go to him, in every way.
With him, it’s different.
Ian is different.
He’s strong, proud, ridiculously sexy and passionate.
Ian takes everything. But he gives it all back to me.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so desired, so desperately wanted. I felt like the centre of his world and I have to admit that I like being there.
My mobile rings on my desk. I look at the number and smile happily.
“Hi,” I greet him, stupid with emotion.
“Hi. How’s your day going?”
“Full and stressful. How about yours?”
“Sweaty, with lots of exercise.” I flush with warmth. “I’m at the gym, I just took a minute to call you.”
I smile even wider.
“I’ve got plans tonight, a dinner I have to go to. Do you want to come with me?” he asks hopefully.
“I’d like that,” I reply, without hesitation.
“Great. I’ll swing by and pick you up at seven.”
“Perfect.”
“We’re going to borrow Nick’s car.”
“The car? How come?”
“It’s a gala dinner.”
“Oh,” I say, a bit shocked.
“Is that okay with you?”
“Er, yeah.”
“Okay, see you tonight.”
“See you.”
“Oh, and Riley?” he adds before hanging up. “Last night? I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I smile as I end the call, feeling emotional and anxious because I was just invited to a gala dinner and God knows I don’t have anything to wear.
I need to take a break, to run to Grafton Street and I need Ray. Right now.
