“I know, he told me,” I said, watching Iain adjust his cufflinks then look up at me.
“We’ll make sure this stops by then,” he said, making my heart sag for half a second before I realized that I shouldn’t be remotely disappointed by this new arrangement, because we’d initially agreed to one night. Just one.
And now I had two whole weeks.
But it’s going to hurt more to stop after two weeks, a part of my brain reasoned as the other just sang over it, because honestly, I wasn’t going to say no to this.
This was Iain Thorn we were talking about.
Not only was he my forever crush, he was showing me ways to come that I’d never even dreamed about. He was making me feel adventurous and alive in every way I’d hoped and prayed for when I was anxiously planning my move to this city and waiting in secret for the day to finally come. As far as I was concerned, this experience was good for me. Besides, flings were just part of being an adult. Whatever this was would only fortify me emotionally and make me a stronger person.
Right? Right.
I’d fully convinced myself by the end of the short call Iain took, saying “yes,” “no,” and “will do” before hanging up.
Once he set his phone back down, I asked, “So, when will I see you again?”
He looked at me as he headed for the seat at the table in front of the window, where his leather shoes sat neatly waiting for him.
“I can’t say yet since I’ll be in Boston for the next few days,” he said, sitting down.
I nodded, thinking oof and simultaneously ridiculing myself, because a second ago, I was sure I’d never see Iain again. Now, a two-day wait felt like an eternity.
“You look distressed,” Iain observed.
“Um, yeah…” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “I think because me and my pussy have been a little spoiled lately. But we’ll survive.”
Iain laughed as he put on his shoes. “I’ll more than make it up to you when I come back.”
“I believe you,” I said, already fantasizing about all the different ways Iain would fuck me the next time I saw him. “I’m on the pill, by the way.”
He looked up at me, surprised. “Why are you telling me this?”
I paused. Was that not a normal thing to say to someone you were sleeping with? “Because… I’m clean?” I said, suddenly doubting my need to bring this up. “And if you are—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he cut me off brusquely as he got up.
I frowned. “Why?”
He eyed me for a few seconds as he straightened his tie.
“Because I need to be at my office in twenty minutes, and I can’t afford to get hard at the thought of fucking your pussy without a condom.”
I bit my lip, suppressing that natural thrill I got anytime Iain took that tone with me.
“Okay.” Just work topics then. “What do you have to do in Boston?” I asked, suppressing a grin because for a second, he was silent, running his hand across his jaw and staring at nothing, as if he needed a moment to mentally reset from the thoughts I’d just put in his mind.
“I’ll be there to negotiate a contract extension for a client,” he finally answered.
“And you’ll be back in New York after that?”
“I’ll most likely be in Cincinnati after that.”
“Oh, right… because you don’t take weekends,” I said, catching his eye and nodding with feigned judgment for a bit. “Which is crazy,” I added, just for good measure.
His mouth curved. “I’m aware of how you feel about it, Holland.”
“Yes, I am a big proponent of me time, which I understand you think is crazy, judging by the way you looked at me when I mentioned it.”