Did she still want me in her life?
Was this an attempt to prompt me into badgering her some more?
I took a shot of whiskey to even the scales of last night’s binge, followed by a thorough teeth brushing, and topped it off with a fresh tie.
Sitting behind my desk, I clicked on a picture I’d kept with me, the last piece of evidence I had left that Nina was once mine.
It was the night she told me she loved me. She was covered in a sheet with just fucked hair and looked absolutely beautiful. She was talking to me when she saw me position my camera on my phone and smiled. I loved everything about that photo. There was nothing between us then, nothing holding us back from simply being us.
No rules to adhere to. She was mine, and I was irrevocably hers.
She’d told me she loved me. I hadn’t said it back.
“Mr. McIntyre, your two-thirty is here.”
“Thank you, send him in.”
I spent the majority of my meeting zoning out as my client spoke, thinking of all the ways I’d had Nina: angry, submissive, subdued.
I missed her.
I ended my meeting knowing I wasn’t doing either of us justice and handed over a large homework assignment of investments to research to keep him stifled until we could reschedule.
My head wasn’t in it. I was going home.
I pulled out of the garage, feeling like utter shit as memories swirled around in my head. Her smile, her laugh, her lips, the way her mouth opened slowly into a perfect O before she came.
My need was insatiable for her, and it was only getting stronger as she grew more distant.
I passed my exit, opting to drive. After our sailing expedition, I purposefully scheduled her next appointment for a week later, hoping she was the one who didn’t cancel.
“I wasn’t sure if you would call,” she said, walking in to admire the room again. I noted to give her the name of my decorator.
“I didn’t, my PA called yours,” I replied as she rolled her eyes.
“Fascinating, but why am I here?”
I sat back in my seat, taking in her perfectly fitted, white designer dress and silver dipped shoes.
I. Had. To. Fuck. Her.
“I wanted to see you,” I said simply, offering no more explanation.
“I see.” Her brows knit in confusion. “Well, how good of you to interrupt my work week to be so selfish. Have you had a good look?”
“Take off your panties,” I said, moving back in my chair so she could see the bulge in my pants.
She gawked at me.
“I’m very serious, Nina. Take off your panties.”
She didn’t move, but simply stared at me.
“I’ll be a good boy and take you home to fuck you properly. I’ve just imagined you in my office with your skirt up for so long, and your pretty cunt shiny and wet in my face. I really want to make this fantasy a reality. So please, for me, take off your panties.”
Her breathing stretched throughout the room, sucking all the air out of it. The electricity crackled between us as she walked over to me. I stayed seated as she slowly slid her skirt up, revealing that she had none on.
It took everything in me not to touch her. I watched her vibrate as she looked down at me. She was perfectly waxed, smooth and silky. I could smell her arousal.