Chapter 27
She glanced down at the floor, obviously contemplating her next words. Then she looked back up at me with those big doe-eyes and bit her bottom lip. When I didn't volunteer anything else, she placed a hand on my chest.
"Are we going to do it again?"
That was enough of an invitation for me. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to hers as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. Her full lips felt like soft pillows that threatened to smother mine, and once again I was too distracted by her to think about the next step in this little dance. Natalie took the initiative, and I felt her soft tongue lap at my lips, begging me to grant her access to my mouth. What started as a sweet, kiss full of warmth and promise turned into a passionate, open-mouthed game of tag as our tongues chased each other. I pulled her tightly into me and reveled at the feeling of her large, sweater-encased breasts pressed into my chest. The hand I'd had on her shoulder slid to her upper back where I tried to crush her even harder against me. Then I slipped it even higher to the back of her neck, massaging it gently as we continued to make out.
I wanted her. I wanted her more than I'd wanted anything in my goddamned life.
Minutes ticked by as we continued to make out. I felt her tongue pin mine down and slide across it, exploring the roof of my mouth as if she were trying to taste the entire thing. Then she captured my lips between her fuller ones and sucked on them. Natalie was an aggressive kisser, constantly on the offensive, but her lips and tongue were soft and pliable. Her fingers grazed the side of my face most gently, but I could feel the insistent need through them. Kissing her was an incredible sensation of opposites - a blazing inferno and a gentle breeze.
Still holding her tightly against me, we finally broke our kiss and stared at each other for several minutes as we both drank oxygen. She looked as shocked as I felt.
"Oh my god," she whispered.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered back.
And then someone chose that moment to knock on the door.
Tuesday, 3:20 pm
I stepped inside the coffee shop with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. To say I was in a good mood would be like calling water wet. I made out with Natalie. I held her body against me and felt her tongue on mine. I was still having a hard time believing it happened and kept having to mentally pinch myself every few minutes.
We'd done a little song and dance around each other for nearly two months since she'd broken up with her boyfriend. There had been interest there… tension, and I knew I wasn't the only one who felt it. I was sure I wasn't insane when I thought I'd caught her watching me or wondered if that thing she said was her attempt at flirting with me. It was so nice to know for sure.
She felt nice. Her waist fit so easily in my arms, and I never could have guessed in a million years she would feel that soft. I wanted nothing more than to get back to that beautiful woman waiting for me back in her office.
The Blue Beans was my second-most frequented coffee shop in New York due to its proximity to where I worked. As usual, this time of day saw it packed with men and women in power outfits and carrying leather-clad notebooks. They ordered low-fat soy lattes with extra shots, took notes, and discussed their next acquisition or financial conquest.
I glanced at my phone, noting that I was about ten minutes late, then scanned the room for Ashlee. She sounded so eager over the phone that I suspected she beat me here. I only hoped that she wasn't here for anything more than signing some papers. If she was planning on picking up where she left off in the bathroom yesterday, I wasn't sure how I was going to turn her down. Ashlee was a delight to all five senses, though taste and touch hadn't been verified, a blind man could have told me she was a thirteen out of ten.
Still… I just started something with Natalie, and I wasn't about to kiss her then head to the coffee shop down the street to start making plans on burying my dick in someone new. I was already having enough trouble trying to figure out how to deal with Helen and Bobbi in light of recent events. I was already involved with them and felt a little bad about continuing if I was going to begin a relationship with Natalie. Was I being premature?
I caught sight of Ashlee, who waved me over. There were two coffees on the table, which answered the question of whether or not I needed to order anything. As I approached, she got up from the table and invited me in for a hug.
"Hi, Marcus!" She was all smiles, dimples in her cute, cherubic face. The part of me that liked trouble prodded me with the idea that maybe I was being too hasty in my enthusiasm to pursue Natalie. Helen's words about not tying myself down came to mind. I accepted the hug and she wrapped both arms around me, pressing her chest against my torso. Already in heels, she had no trouble brushing her lips against my cheek in a quick kiss. It landed half an inch from the corner of my mouth. She pulled away a moment later but kept her face close to mine for a moment longer than was necessary, her green eyes peering through thick lashes in what was unmistakably a look of pure carnality. A heartbeat later, it melted into the shy smile of a young woman on a first date.
"So," Ashlee began as we sat down. "Your order just as you asked, and of course, a little business to get out of the way. This is all really just formalities. Nothing major. I just need you to sign and initial where I've marked. These are standard documents that will permit us to manage your international assets. Client/attorney acknowledgments and agreements… you get the idea."
She set a small stack of documents in front of me while I took a sip of my coffee.
"I gotcha. Do you have a pen?" I was trying to remain all business so she didn't have much encouragement to flirt. Despite how conflicted I was, I decided I at least needed time to get my head back on my shoulders. I didn't want to screw up something I wanted, and if things didn't turn out the way I expected… I suspected Ashlee wouldn't be going anywhere.
There was also the matter of checking in with Helen to find out exactly what the relationship was between the two of them. I couldn't forget that.
"Right here," she said, handing me a pen that probably cost hundreds of dollars. As I signed the first field I came to, however, I couldn't help but notice that it was the best pen I'd ever written with. I fell silent as I started going through the documents, skimming each one to get the gist of what it was about before giving up and signing it.
"So," Ashlee said from over her coffee cup as I worked. "I hear you hired a new assistant today?"
I looked up at her. She was peering at me through her long lashes as she took a sip of her coffee. My heart sped up a beat or two, and I felt something stirring below the waist… she knew what she was doing.
I looked back down at my paperwork and continued to sign my name where she left her mark. "Yep. Her name is Erin."
She put her coffee cup down and made a cute little sound that tore my attention from my work again. She crinkled her nose and twisted her mouth in a way that made her look like she was solving a difficult problem or disgusted by an odd smell. I had to admit it was adorable. The woman could make cute and sexy synonymous.
"That's too bad," she said. "If I'd known you were looking for someone to fill that role, I would have applied."
The image of Ashlee replacing Bella entered my mind. I saw her face hovering in front of my cock. Her plump, pouty lips lightly kissed the head as her manicured nails grazed my bare thighs. I swallowed hard at the thought, again having to fight to regain control of my primal urges. Something told me that this girl was trouble, but another part of me was screaming at me.
'Honestly! Fuck the girl! She wants it! They all do! What the hell are you even waiting for?'
"Sorry," I said, genuinely apologetic that she hadn't been given the opportunity. "I would have definitely interviewed you, Ashlee, but Helen was in charge of putting together the candidate list. It was pretty small. I only interviewed three people."
Ashlee narrowed her eyes in playful suspicion. "What did Erin have to do to secure the job?" Her words were laced with implication.
Unable to help myself, I played along. My eyes widened in disbelief as I placed a hand on my chest in faux shock and said, "Why, Miss VanCamp! Whatever are you insinuating!?"
"I think you know," she giggled.
"I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman who would never take advantage of a lady like that. Nor would I kiss in tell if I displayed a moment of weakness."
Her smile faded and she placed a soft hand on top of mine. Her fingers traced patterns on the back of my hand as she looked up at me, her gaze switching from playful to bedroom in a matter of moments. "You could take advantage of me."
Holy shit.
I scanned her face, admiring her smokey, green eyes… her perfect button nose… smooth, cream complexion… fuck. I could really take advantage of this woman. How old was she anyway?
Natalie. Remember Natalie and Helen.
"Ashlee, I'm flattered," I said, covering her hand with my other one so hers was sandwiched between mine. "I just don't think that would be a good idea."
She looked down at our hands and tucked a few strands of brown hair behind her ear. "Why not?"
"Because you work for me, and that would probably be improper," I said.
'Like that fucking matters!'
She shot me a look that mirrored my own thoughts.
"And… there might be someone else. It could be something serious. I don't know yet."
"Erin?" She asked. "Helen?"
"Helen? God no! She's married to… hey, who is she to you?"
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