We linger on the bridge for a while, talking and kissing and enjoying each other’s company. After about half an hour, the breeze picks up and I know it’s time to go home.
“Come on, sweetheart. We should get going,” I say.
She smiles brilliantly at me.
“Are we going to your penthouse?”
I lean and kiss her again, nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She’s so lush and smells so good that I’m tempted to slip a nipple from her dress and suckle a bit, since no one is around. But I restrain myself.
“No, sweetheart. I’m going to walk you home.”
She looks started, pulling back.
“Really?”
I nod.
“Really. This is a romantic evening, and as much as I’d love to ravish you until the wee hours, we both have early mornings tomorrow. As a result, I’m going to be a gentleman and walk you home. Then, you’re going to tuck yourself into bed because if I tuck you into bed, you know I’ll be in the bed with you.”
Addy giggles.
“I don’t think my roomie would appreciate hearing the bed springs squeak all night.”
I growl, my blue eyes flaring hotly.
“It’d be more than bed springs, sweetheart. It would be the loud moans and harsh pants, as well as the bed frame breaking if I have my way.”
“Oh you!” she giggles, swatting me playfully on the arm. “You’re so bad!”
But she takes my elbow companionably, and we walk to Hell’s Kitchen before coming to a stop before her brownstone. I look at the old building. It’s raggedy with disrepair, and I can’t wait to move her out of this place. But again, everything in its own good time. Instead, I lean forward and press another soft kiss to her lips.
“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
She leans into me, deepening our kiss, but then pulls away.
“Tomorrow,” she breathes before turning and entering her building. That curvy form disappears up the stairs, but I linger for a while on the sidewalk outside, like a lovestruck man. Because the truth is that I am head over heels. I’ve fallen for the curvy girl, and god knows, the next time we’re together I’ll ravish her like a beast. But until then …8Addy* * *Having an office of my own has been one of the biggest adjustments of the last month because it’s too quiet in here. Occasionally, I can hear people going in and out of Marcus’s office, or even talking outside in the large shared workplace, but it feels lonely alone in these four walls.
Then, I scold myself. I’m head designer now, and I’ve earned my privacy! But the truth is that I enjoy being out among my co-workers, sharing ideas and the occasional gossip. It felt like I was part of the team then, instead of leading the team.
I sigh, dropping my head into my hands. I love this job, but it really takes a lot out of me. And I appreciate Marcus’s concern for my welfare, but I don’t want him to stress either. He already takes care of me so well, and the CEO has enough on his plate. He doesn’t need to hear about how I’m hating having my own space.
Abruptly, I stand up from my desk. It’s actually Marissa’s desk, a Scandinavian blonde wood thing with spindly legs. Maybe that’s part of the problem. This office isn’t mine, and I should try to personalize it. But that’s something to deal with another time. For now, I’m going to try and get work done somewhere that’s more comfortable.
I make my way outside to the design floor, and a couple people look up.
“Hey, Miss Maplethorpe,” calls an intern.
I smile.
“No Miss Maplethorping because it sounds like I’m a character in a Dickens novel. Call me Addy.”
The young man grins cheekily at me, at fabric sample between his fingers.
“Sure thing, Addy.”
I walk away, already feeling heartened. I head over to my old workspace, and sure enough, there’s my co-worker Jemima. The pretty blonde sees me and brightens.
“Addy! Welcome to the slums,” she exclaims.
I roll my eyes.
“Oh please. We both know this isn’t the slums. That’s accounting.”
Jemima laughs.
“You have a point. I don’t understand how they can get anything done in the basement with no windows, too! There’s no air either. How do they even breathe?” But Jem doesn’t wait for me to finish. “So what brings you down to my neck of the woods? We haven’t seen you in a while.”
I nod and sit down gratefully at my old stool.
“I’m at a standstill when it comes to ideas. I needed to get out of the office for a second and just switch up the scenery.”
Jem looks sympathetic.
“How can I help?”
I bite my lip for a moment.
“Well, I need to not think about work right now.”
My friend immediately brightens.
“Girlie, you’re in luck because I have some gossip for you!”
This time it’s my turn to brighten. I forgot how much I need human contact, and even these few minutes have been beneficial.