The blue of your eyes, I want to add, but she can never know it’s me who is writing this letter. She’d never trust me if she did, and she’d never trust Rita either. She’ll feel betrayed.
I, too, like tacos, but steak is my favorite. I’m the typical meat and potatoes kind of guy. I’m a big fan of movies, mostly old Universal Monsters movies. I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours,
Thomas
I don’t sign my first name, choosing instead to use my middle name. I fold the letter and place it in an envelope. I pen a quick note to my aunt, and before I can change my mind, I contact the concierge downstairs. They retrieve the letter and courier it over to Rita Matches.
For better or worse, I’ve chosen my path.
CHAPTER
NINE
OLIVE
The day seemsto go by too slow and way too fast all at the same time. Before I know it, Harrison is knocking on my door. My breath catches when I take him in. He’s wearing another perfectly tailored suit. Like the others, it does nothing to hide his perfectly cut body. My core aches at the memory of his powerful body pinning me to the wall. How his hard cock throbbed against me as he brought me to orgasm through our layers of clothes.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Such a visceral reaction to someone I barely know, and yet I feel like he completely owns my body. I’m already in too deep with Harrison James.
“Would you like to come in?” I ask, kicking myself for sounding breathless and needy.
His eyes eat me up from head to toe, and I’m silently thanking the fact that Zoe came over and helped me get ready. She picked the only little black dress I own, one that I would never wear without being strongarmed into the tight material. I do have to admit once my hair and makeup were complete, I look amazing.
“If I come in right now, we won’t be using our reservations tonight.” His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
I lick my lips and consider pulling him into my apartment and mauling him. I want him so bad it makes me feel crazy. Things are moving way too fast, and even though my body is revved and ready to go, my brain is stomping on the brakes. I step out of my apartment and lock the door. With a hand on my lower back, Harrison leads me to the elevator.
He pulls me close once we’re in the elevator and lightly nips at my neck. “You look fucking phenomenal, Olive. God, I could eat you up right here.”
“Okay,” I moan. His lips and teeth work up and down my throat, causing goosebumps to pebble on my skin and my nipples to harden into tight peaks. My pussy is so wet my panties are a mess already. What this man does to me with just a simple touch is overwhelming.
I want more.
So much more.
He pulls away when the elevator door opens and once again leads me by a hand on my lower back. I never thought of myself as a woman who would like to be guided by a man, but I’m loving it. The car ride is fraught with sexual tension. I want to crawl across the seat and straddle his lap. My lips ache to be plundered by his. My whole body is one mass of neediness.
Excitement rolls through me when I see where we are eating. La Casa has a waiting list, and it’s impossible to get in unless you know someone. Of course, a man like Harrison would know the right people.
A gorgeous Latina hostess walks us to our table. She openly ogles Harrison. Despite feeling pretty tonight, she makes me feel inferior. She’s tall and thin, wearing five-inch heels, and her little black dress is obviously designer. Her dark hair is awaterfall down her back. As she shamelessly flirts, I’m filled with jealousy. Though when Harrison pulls out my chair, then lightly trails his fingers over my exposed shoulder, that jealousy melts away. He doesn’t even acknowledge the flirty hostess.
That’s a heady feeling. Being the sole recipient of attention from a man as handsome as him. I’ve never had someone be so open with their attraction, at least not in a non-sleazy way. My previous dates have shown attraction, but never like this. Other men made it clear they wanted nothing but sex and not in an attractive kind of way. With Harrison, it feels like every look he gives me is foreplay.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I gather myself up from the puddle I’ve been melting into since he picked me up. “Yes, sorry. This place is amazing. I’ve wanted to eat here since it opened.”
He gives me a sexy smirk. “Who doesn’t want to eat gourmet Mexican food?”
I laugh. “Definitely different than the ambiance at The Villa.”
“Don’t diss on The Villa. They have the best tacos,” he says with a laugh.
I give him a shocked look.
“What? Why are you giving me that shocked look? Can I not enjoy cheap tacos?”
