“Okay,” she whispers. “If you don’t think Victoria will mind.”
“She won’t.”
I lead her out by the hand passing friends and acquaintances. I nod and smile but don’t stop. I reach into my pocket and call Eric, my driver. “We’re ready. Pick us up in the alley next to the building.”
Exiting the building, I wrap my arm around Lexie to keep the brisk air from chilling her. I should have let her wear her damn coat. Luckily, Eric is already waiting for is. I pull the door open and step into the car first pulling her along with me. When she stumbles a little she falls back onto my lap, exactly where I wanted her. Feeling her soft bottom on top of me is intense. Jesus, I’m about ready to burst. I reach over and hit the button for the privacy partition to engage and wrap my hands around her waist adjusting her in my lap. “Now. Where were we?”
“Oh, uh, I thought that was for the camera.”
“It was. But, it was hot. I want more.” She blinks at me, confused. “Don’t you?”
“I, uh, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Shaking her head, she attempts to slide off my lap.
“But, in the closet, you told me, and I quote, ‘you’d wanted to kiss me for a long time’.”
“K-k-kiss you? In the cl-cl-closet? I didn’t kiss you in the closet. That was A-Archie.”
“N-N-No it wasn’t.” Okay, pretending to stutter was probably a dick move. Yep. She’s now moving onto the seat next to me sliding away from me as fast as she can. “I’m sorry. I’m…you’ve got me very turned on.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Fuck. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to be grateful.”
She turns her head slowly, a scowl on her face. “I should be grateful? For what? Kissing you?” She scoffs. “I thought it was for the photographer. I work for you, remember?”
No. No way. She was into it. How do I know? I know this thanks to her little noises; like her squeaks and moans. Yeah, she was very into it. “No. For… Oh, hell. I didn’t mean to say it like that.” God, I sound like a tool.
She slides back over to me and leans close to my face. Her hand slides up my thigh slowly; I feel my dick grow hard again just from her touch. She looks down at my tented dress pants. She knows. With her lips an inch from mine she whispers, “I think you’re the one that should be grateful. I don’t let just anyone kiss me.”
I move forward, but she pulls back. She slides back over to her side of the car, and I want to pull my damn hair out. I don’t remember the last time I’ve wanted someone this badly or had anyone tease me like this. Most of my dates slide onto my lap without an invitation. Oh, but not Lexie. Nope. She’s playing hard to get, and I’m just hard.
When we pull up to her apartment building, I step out of my side of the limo. By the time I reach her side, she’s already stepping inside her building. “Well, that ended badly.”
Slipping back into the car, I notice her coat and an opening. Knocking on the partition, Eric lowers the screen. “She forgot her coat. I’m taking it up to her. I don’t know how long I’ll be.” I hope it’s all night. “If it’s longer than a few minutes, I’ll text you.”
“Very good sir.”
Wish me luck. I want to say it aloud, but I keep it to myself. Stepping out of the car again, I jog to her front door. Before I press the bell for her apartment, I try the door. Fuck, it opens. I check the locks and see that it’s been damaged by something. Someone forced the lock open and no one bothered to fix it. Note to self. Find out who owns the building and kick their ass.
