“Should…should I come back in a minute?” he asks, gaze darting back and forth between us.
“No, I’m not hungry after all,” she says. “Billionaire here who thinks that rules don’t apply to him can stick around but I’m done.” She shoves her chair back, slings her purse over her shoulder, and brushes past the waiter who is standing there awkwardly, leaving just him and I sitting there, staring at each other.
“I’ll just leave these right here and check back on you in a minute, sir,” the waiter says apologetically, and, laying down the menus, disappears.
I stare at the menus, my eyes seeing but not caring. God, she was right. Every word of it. After all of the research I’d done, I’d forgotten to take into account the fact that she’s a very real human with very real concerns, like the future of her job. How her coworkers see her. How her bosses see her. I’ve been my own boss for so long, with only Gweny who dares to say a cross word to me, that I’d forgotten what it was like to have to watch what you do and who you do it with, because it matters on your yearly evaluation.
I have the realization that this isn’t a game. And I need to tell her that.
Ignoring the menus on the table, I head back out the door after her. I see her weaving her way down the sidewalk, walking head down, shoulders hunched, ignoring the world, and I know that she’s bloody pissed at me.
And I damn well deserve it.
“Wait,” I call out, dashing after her. I swear her strides are only getting faster, although she doesn’t look up, so maybe I’m just deluding myself.
“Wait,” I say when I’m touching her shoulder, whirling her around to look at me. The color is high in her cheeks and she looks ready to spit fire at me again. “I’m sorry,” I say, heading off her verbal attack. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I didn’t look at it like that. It didn’t occur to me that you could get into trouble for it. I’ve been my own boss for so long, I did forget what it’s like to have upper management to report back to. I shouldn’t have put you into that position.
“I care about you, Brittney. A lot. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for the last three weeks. I’m buying a damn company that I know almost nothing about, just so I can use Carter Jeffries. Just so I can be near you. Please forgive me for being an arrogant ass. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”
She stares up at me, and I can see it written so clearly – she wants me to make beg for her forgiveness. She wants to humble me. I start to drop to my knees, figuring that if dropping to my knees in the middle of Manhattan doesn’t get her to forgive me, nothing will, but then she reaches out and grabs me and pulls me to her instead and then we’re kissing.
Oh god, we’re finally kissing.
I know that we’re in public and it’s not, strictly speaking, appropriate, but what I really want, more than anything, is to shove her up against a wall and fuck her. Or at least wrap her legs around my waist...
But I force myself to draw back. I’d just told her that I knew that she was under a lot of pressure to keep her nose clean for her job. I can’t go and ruin that by shoving my tongue down her throat and my dick up her pussy on the corner of 52nd and 2nd Street.
She looks up at me, her eyes hazy and a little cross-eyed. “Wha…what’s wrong?” she says. Her lips are swollen and I’m sporting such a large tent in my slacks, I’m probably going to get charged with public indecency just for that. It’s hard to remember why that’d be such a bad thing at the moment...
“We…we can’t kiss like this on the street,” I say, forcing the words out of my mouth. Forcing myself to say them even though my body is screaming for more, more, more, nothing but more. “I want you to know that I respect you. And your job.”
“Oh. Right. Well, how about this? How about you respect the hell out of me back at your place?”
I immediately whip out my phone and text my driver, not even spending the time to say yes to her. That’s three seconds lo
nger until I can have her in my bed.
And that’s three seconds too long.
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Why, yes.
I am a grown woman sitting on her hands. Because, you see, if I don't?
I'm going to tear the clothes right off Kaden Charles and mount him in this car before we ever get to his penthouse.
So I basically instantly forgave him...I believe him. He sounded sincere. And after the boys-only club I find myself playing all damn day? I find it totally plausible that he did completely forget that I am a person with actual bosses. He may be able to, but I can't just gallivant around the office or someone else's. Some sense returned to me when he strolled into my office and Kaden expected me to lie for his ass.
He'd done the dumb thing and gotten himself thrown in jail for me but he bounced back just fine. I would not be so fortunate had I fallen on the sword of his trespassing and covered up for him.
"Kaden Charles, you don't realize how lucky you are," I tell him, tilting my chin up. The truth is I have to avoid letting my eyes drop to that massive erection brutalizing his trousers. Then I won't be able to hold back.
"Well," Kaden says. He tucks a finger under my chin. "I guess that makes it my turn to be grateful," he purrs, leaning close enough to finish his words with his lips grazing my earlobe. Oh, fuck, his lips on my ear. Then he slides his tongue out. Oh god! I am two seconds away from shifting my panties to the side and tearing down his zipper just slide him home inside my pussy. I'm so wet with arousal that I can smell my pussy in the car. If I can smell it, I'm guessing the scent has carried to Kaden's nose, too. He has to know how wet I am for him.
When we fucked in his office, he certainly wasn't holding back. But knowing that as the car stops now, we've arrived at his home...that means that he's got me in his domain now. There's something thrilling in that. My nipples are piercing my bra in anticipation.