Owen chuckles after he finishes his story. My bosses politely join him. I just stare at his honest and handsome face.
Ashton inquiries about his favorite place so far, and I get lost in listening to their happy chatter. A few minutes later, Calvin signals at his watch, prompting them to stop their conversation. The men shake their hands, and I find Owen looking at me, smiling. Finally, he gestures for me to follow him outside.
“Myah can’t stop talking about the time that you went to a salon with her. You made her so happy in the few days that you spent with her.”
I beam at him. “I honestly miss her a bit too. She was a very talkative but insightful companion. I hope I can still see her before she leaves for Washington with you.” I turn to look at him when I say you, hoping to catch his blue eyes. However, he is lost in his thoughts, looking at something in front of him. Am I boring him? But he turns and smiles at me.
“If you’re free, you can join us for dinner tonight. I’ll have Calvin pick you up because I honestly don’t know where Myah will take me until we get there. I have never thought that I would say this, but I do enjoy the surprise.”
I take that invitation as an unconscious vote of confidence for me. So I say, “that’s nice to hear. I was actually about to ask you out on a date tonight.”
The smile leaves Owen’s light-blue eyes, and my heart skips a beat. I want to take back what I said. I know better than to act on my feelings, and now, I may not have another chance of seeing them again.
“Thank you,” Owen starts, “I appreciate your honesty and your kindness. But I already have feelings for someone else.”
All I can say is, “oh.” Then, silence follows. I wish the ground would swallow me now, or maybe Calvin or Andrew would take the hint and take their boss away from me.
“So, I guess—”
“About the dinner —”
We both start to talk and stop, looking at anywhere else but each other. To avoid prolonging this situation, I beat him to it.
“I understand.”
And then I turn away and head for my office. My heart slowly gets torn into pieces when a sliver of hope suddenly slips into my mind. What if the person he has fallen in love with is the masked woman? Maybe it’s not too late for us. I hope it’s not. Whatever qualms I had about meeting him later are gone now. I will see him at the Dark Club, and I will figure out if my mysterious persona is the one he likes.
Chapter Twenty-One - Sloane
I’m once again staring at myself in the mirror while wearing this short black empire waist dress because it accentuates my breasts and gives Owen the best view of one of my great assets — my long legs. That and my wet pussy because he can practically see it when I bend down. Hopefully, I bend to no one else but him tonight.
I don’t bother putting anything on my face because I will still be wearing a mask. After what happened at the office, I’ve become more convinced that I don’t need to let the General see my face just yet.
Maybe after tonight—if he admits that the masked woman is the person he’s falling in love with. Perhaps then I will have the courage to stop hiding behind this satin cover. I shake my head to get that stressful thought out of my mind. I will have fun tonight and perhaps, skipping underwear is a good surprise for him too. I giggle at my reflection and remove my panties. Then, I pick a mask from my collection, deciding on a sleek black one with a gold outline to draw my lover’s attention to me.
I grab a change of clothes and put it inside the duffel bag I always carry. Finally ready, I head outside on my way to Dark Club. The conversation that I had with Owen earlier flashes into my mind. I remember how the joy went out of his eyes as if the thought of me being with him was such a bad idea. My anxiety takes over, and I struggle a bit to focus on the now. I must stop overthinking these things with him because it’s all pointless. Even if somehow he did fall for my masked persona, how can I be sure that he would feel the same if I reveal that the lady he turned down and the person he likes are the same?
“Eyes on the road,” I whisper to myself. I will never find out if he likes me if I crash myself before getting to him.
An hour later, I’m finally outside the secluded and private club with my mask on. There’s no turning back now. I breathe deeply and go inside. The usual clients are here, and I consider just hanging by the door to meet Owen. But I don’t want to seem too eager, so I head for the bar and order a margarita. After the bartender passes me my drink, strong arms wrap around me, and a hard cock is pressed against my back.