12 Inches (Size Matters 1) - Page 11

“I don’t want to be here for more time than is necessary, Cheryl,” I tell her, scanning the room as I look for Aidan and his PA. “I don’t want to spend more than an hour hearing this guy braggin

g about how cool he is and --”

Holy shit. Is that him? In a table at the back of the restaurant is sitting none other than the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

“That’s him,” Cheryl whispers, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me across the dining room floor. My heart starts pounding harder with each step I take, and I can’t take my eyes off of Aidan.

I guess I shouldn’t have complained that much after all.

5

Aidan

Jesus fucking Christ. It’s like someone came down from the fucking heavens and hit me with a fucking meat hammer.

“Aidan, I’d like you to meet Abby Cleveland and her PA, Cheryl Maddox,” CJ says, a wide smile on her face. “Cheryl was the one who taught me everything I know in this business—when I first got started.”

Cheryl laughs but I gotta be fucking honest. I’m barely listening to her.

“That’s got to be what, three years ago, Christine?” Cheryl asks. She’s referring to CJ’s real name. “When we were both running our operations on Facebook? Doing Facebook parties and takeovers?”

You’re going to hate me, especially if you know CJ or Cheryl, but I fucking tune them out at this point.

I’m much more interested in the woman who’s just sat down in front of me. I sit down. She’s staring at me. Intensely. Her eyes are the color of perfect weather. But her gaze doesn't compare to mine—to what I’m doing to her ... if she only knew. My eyes are fucking undressing that body. Unzipping her dress, unclasping her bra, dragging my fingers over her secret curves. In my head, I’m grabbing those luscious tits in my fists. I’m squeezing, biting, and pinching those nipples. I’m nibbling and kissing that delicate neck, right where it meets her shoulders.

In my head, we’re fucking naked. I’ve thrown her on the table. I’m fucking the living daylights out of her. No fucking mercy.

My cock is twitching like mad just thinking about this woman. It’s got a fucking heartbeat and it's pulsing like a caged animal.

“That seems like ages ago, Boss,” CJ replies back. The two of them are in their own little PA-world. That’s fucking good. It leaves me alone with this gorgeous fucking angel sitting across from me.

To be fair, she’s looking at me kinda hesitatingly as well. She doesn’t know what the fuck to make of me.

“Have you been with Cheryl long?” I ask her, leaning close to her over the table. Abby shrugs and smiles seductively at me. “I knew her back when I started. She’s been with me through a lot. Back when I was just starting out,” she says to me, her eyes transfixed on mine.

I nod. “I bet you write dirty,” I say, grinning at her.

She grins back. Wow. No shame there.

“And what makes you think that?” she asks me. “Have you read any of my stuff?”

Fuck. This is where you’re going to look at me all weird and judgmental because I should be more prepared for this. But instead, I hedge the question.

“I’ve read some,” I tell her and her eyes narrow.

“Which ones?” she asks me.

I don’t want to fucking answer that question.

“Oh my God,” she squeals and I look over to see if she’s attracted the attention of a rabid fan, but Cheryl and CJ are still gabbing about whatever the fuck they've done together in the past as PAs. “Tell meeeee! Please.”

Fuck it. Here goes nothing.

“I read your first one, Hscosideme, when it came out,” I say quietly muttering the title.

Abby looks at me and it looks like she’s holding back a smile.

“You read WHICH one?” she asks again, her body coming closer across the table to mine.

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