Of course, I agreed because co-workers help each other out. It’s what we’re supposed to do. And I expect she’d help me out too if I ever needed it. Besides, we’re both striving for the same thing. A better spot in the magazine means more work, but it also equals more pay.
Except, the longer I’m typing, the more I’m finding myself distracted.
Mostly because I want to think about things other than work … specifically D.
Every time I’m alone, I think of him. I can’t get him out of my head, and it’s getting annoying.
So I settle this distraction with just one look.
One peek at the images he sent me. I saved them on my phone too because I’m kind of addicted to the sight of his dick. Just looking at it gets my mouth watering again.
But the longer I gaze at it, the more I’m starting to notice something peculiar in the corner of one of the pictures. It looks like a window of an office and behind it is another building with a flag blowing in the wind. The snapshot caught the logo.
And it’s familiar.
A well-known hotel here in town … Davies. It’s on the square only a few blocks away from my office. And across from Davies are several other hotels.
My brows draw together.
Does this mean he works there?
A small part of me suddenly feels the urge to go out and investigate, but my morals immediately stop me from doing so. It would be ridiculous. I have no proof except for this picture. What if he just stayed there for a night? Besides, I’m not a stalker. I’m a decent human being.
Most likely, anyway. I try my best.
I swallow away the lump in my throat and tuck my phone into my purse, determined to stay focused.
I have to stop thinking about this. Stop thinking about if he really works there. Stop thinking about him.
But the longer I’m trying to ignore that nagging in my head, the more obnoxious it becomes. So bad that I eventually give in to temptation and go online via the laptop. He’s not online. I’m not sure if I’m lucky or not. I should be working, but instead, I’m stalking this man I barely know.
Still, I can’t stop myself from opening the chat box and leaving a message. I admit, I’m guilty of giving into my desires too easily, but this man … he’s making it so hard to let go.
I don’t know what it is about him that makes me this needy, but I want to know more about him. I want to know what he does, how he lives, what he likes, what he hates. I want to know what kind of body goes with that delicious voice.
I want to meet him. And I want him to fuck me into oblivion.
NaughtyKitten: Want to meet up at Hotel Davies? No strings. One night.
Before I know it, I’ve already sent the message.
One click of the finger is all it takes to make sweat drip down my back.
I can’t undo the message. Can’t go back in time.
If he sees this, he might not ever speak to me again.
Fuck.
Declan
Another meeting. Another day.
I’m fiddling with my thumbs underneath the table, trying not to look bored, but I seriously have other things to do than report to the boss. I’d much rather work on the final preparations for the next event. But I guess he has to know where we’re at.
“How far are you with the preparations?” my boss asks.
“I’ve got all the girls I need. Props are on their way. The room is being prepped.”
“Good. Anything else I should be worried about?”
I check my notes. “Only a small issue with the sponsors.”
“Can it be solved?” he asks.
“They’re complaining because we’re not using their props, but if push comes to shove, I can always find a new sponsor. There are plenty lined up.”
Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I quickly take it from my pocket to check the messages.
I only meant to look for a second, but my eyes stay glued to the screen as I read the words over and over again.
She’s asking to meet up … at the hotel right beside where I work.
A million things run through my mind right now.
Why did she pick that location? Does she know where I am?
And should I say yes?
“Okay. And the clients? Are they excited?”
I gaze up, but I’m momentarily dumbstruck, unable to form actual words.
Luckily, Sarah takes over for me. “From what I heard, very. We’re fully booked for this event.”
“Thanks,” I mouth at her, and she winks in response.
I clear my throat. “We’re pretty much ready to go. Just a few final preparations and that’s it.”
“Okay, great.” My boss nods and then directs his attention toward Hans, who’s in charge of staff. “Hans, see to it that Declan gets the additional part-timers where needed. Make sure to vet them properly. No press allowed.”