She takes a bite of her potatoes.
“True, true,” she murmurs. “Wow, interesting.”
I nod.
“What else have you seen of New York so far?”
She smiles and blushes shyly.
“A little here, and a little there. I went to the Empire State Building and took the ferry past the Statue of Liberty, although I didn’t set foot on Liberty Island itself. Plus, yesterday I just sat in Central Park for a few hours reading a book and listening to the birds. Honestly, it was really nice and surprisingly calm, even with others strolling by.”
I nod.
“This city always surprises me, and I’ve been here decades already. But I’ll show you New York the way only a true New Yorker can,” I wink. “I’m an amazing tour guide.”
She giggles.
“Well, that’s reason enough for me to stick around,” she says. “I’m sure you know the city inside out.”
I shake my head.
“Not really because this place is too big. But I know a lot, definitely.”
With that, we continue to eat and chat until the wee hours of the morning. Conversation flows easily with Jemima and I’m entranced by her wit, laughter, and sheer intelligence. Not only is she gorgeous but she’s got a good head on her shoulders too, and I had no idea it could be so attractive. Who would have guessed? All I know is that the Virgin Hunt was the best thing to happen to me in a long time because it brought me Jemima Kay.
8
Zane
* * *
It’s been an incredible week since my drinks with Jemima at the bar. It’s impossible to stop thinking about her, and even when I should be doing work, instead I’m staring off into space like a lovelorn fool. I just can’t get the image of her lush body out of my head, not to mention the taste of her sweet lips and the tinkling of her laugh. As a result, I’m taking her to dinner at the Michelin-starred restaurant in the compound I mentioned previously.
I’m standing at the hostess desk when the curvy girl comes up to my elbow. She’s once again wearing a scandalous dress and my cock hardens immediately. Fuck, is this thing made of cloth or string? There are two pasties covering her nipples in a sparkly dark blue color connected by a thin string between them, and then she’s got a matching dark blue mini-skirt wrapped around her hips, in addition to sky high heels. Like an asshole, I purposefully drop a pen on the ground and Jemima knows what’s up. She turns and then bends over to pick it up. Sure enough, the fabric of her skirt rides up, showing me a glimpse of that wet pink pussy and I groan, reaching out to stroke it a bit. My fingers come away damp and I pop them into my mouth.
“Fuck,” I rasp, licking hungrily at the sweet honey. “Should we go up to my suite and just forget dinner?” After all, I’ve been enjoying Jemima’s curves every night here at the compound, and I’m tempted to turn around and do just that again. But she giggles while adjusting the hem of her dress.
“But Mr. Cathcart, you promised me an excellent meal. I’ve been looking forward to our dinner,” she purrs while sliding a hand into my elbow. I breathe deep before nodding.
“Yes of course. Two,” I bark at the hostess. This meal could not be over soon enough, and I watch with mesmerized eyes as Jem’s hips sway and shimmy as we follow the hostess into the restaurant. It’s an elegant setting, despite the fact that the women are dressed in barely anything. A huge window by our table overlooks a garden, and the white tablecloths gleam in the low light. A red rose in a bud vase lends a sweet touch, and at that moment, the bus boy stops by to fill our water glasses.
“It looks so beautiful from up here,” Jem sighs. “And look! There’s the river in the distance.”
I laugh with amusement. “Yeah, but the river isn’t one of NYC’s greatest. It looks fine, but the smell can be something else on hot days.”
She squinches her face in horror.
“OMG, I can’t imagine.”
I chuckle.
“Honey you haven’t seen NYC during the summer yet. It’s so hot that the concrete bakes, and as you can imagine, garbage piles up, stinking to the high heavens. The rats are out too, and for those reasons, a lot of folks head out to the Hamptons.”
She cocks her head.
“Is that where you go too?”
I nod.
“Yeah, I have a place out there, on the North Fork. Plus, Sanctum’s recently opened a property in Southampton as well, so I’m planning on spending even more time there in the future. I’ll take you, sweetheart. It really is well-worth the trip.”
Jemima flashes me a smile so brilliant that my heart almost stops. This woman has gotten under my skin, and I can’t believe how fast we’ve gone from total strangers to intimate partners. I can’t even speak for a moment, but fortunately the sommelier comes over with a decanter of their best Cabernet, saving me.