Talia spun around so I could admire her skimpy blue dress. The material shone and slipped around her body like liquid. She backed up and pressed herself the length of me. "Hmm, I like seeing us in the mirror."
From her hard nipples to the shimmy her backside did against my pelvis, it was easy to imagine what she was suggesting. I could slip that shiny blue dress up to her waist and be inside her before the next floor. She nodded encouragement and leaned forward to place her palms against the mirror. I bet she would not even care if I did not hit the stop button. The doors could open on the main lobby and she would still be hot and ready.
Stopping the elevator made me think of Kya. The jolt had made her giggle then her green eyes had gotten brighter. She had pushed me into the corner of the elevator and kissed me until we sunk toge
ther to the floor.
"I know you like to be bad, I do, too," Talia said. She swayed the short hem of her dress in front of my belt loop.
I felt my blood rush to where she brushed against me, but it was not Talia I wanted. "Not here," I told her.
She stood up and leaned back against me. The position gave me an open view down the front of her dress. She was not wearing a bra, her breasts firm and rounded against the material, nipples aroused as she squirmed inside the fabric. "I know a dark corner where no one plays the slots at this hour."
I had to try. I reached around Talia and cupped both her firm breasts in my hands. She moaned loudly as I squeezed, and her hands sneaked between us to my belt loop. I fingered her nipples, feeling every shudder through her sensual body. She undid my zipper, but before she could reach me and work me hard with her hands, I had to admit the truth – all I could think about was Kya.
"Damn, sorry. I…I just can't do this now," I said.
The elevator doors slid open just as I buckled my belt. Talia was still teasing me, her breasts pressed to my arm, one hand cupping my ass.
"Don't let me interrupt," my manager said. He stepped onto the elevator and licked his lips at Talia. "I was coming to get you for dinner, but I understand if you're ordering in."
"No, dinner is great," I said.
"Gimme the restaurant," Kev said into his phone. "Yeah, make it three. We're on our way."
Talia bounced happily and wrapped her arms around mine. Kev nodded his head along with her still erect nipples and whistled. He stayed distracted by her shiny dress until we were seated at the restaurant.
"Alright, tell me about Kya Allen. I'm dying to know what happened after the nightclub. You two were looking pretty hot and heavy on the way out," Kev said.
Talia pouted and slid a little closer to me in the dark leather booth. I shook my head. "You know I was just messing with her. Distracting her from getting her pitch out. I'm not signing on to hock vitamin supplements."
Kev shrugged. "It'd be smart to pick something long-term like that. Shoes go out of style, but vitamins have a good long contract. Anyway, enough about business. What's the Country Club Princess like?"
"She sounds boring," Talia said.
"Apparently not," Kev said. "She kept our boy distracted all night long."
"Let's talk about something else," Talia pouted and ran a hand high up the inside of my thigh. She started to knead my muscles there in slow circles. "What kind of fun are we going to have tonight?"
"First cocktails, then steak, then more cocktails, then we hit the town," Kev said.
"Did you sign a deal I don't know about?" I asked. "Where are all these funds coming from?"
My manager shrugged again. He waved at a man across the bar. "Bran cereal, breakfast of champions, that sort of thing. I told him I would hand you this. Pretend to read over it, keep it out on the table, and he's picking up the tab."
I took the product information packet and glanced back at the endorsement agent. He raised his glass then turned back to the bar. Trying the soft sell. It seemed wrong to take advantage of him, but my manager had already ordered two bottles of wine and steak dinners for all of us.
"What did Ms. Allen offer you, or was it all below the table?" Kev asked.
Talia's hand gripped hard before she redoubled her efforts to arouse me. With my manager salivating across the table at us, she had a better chance of getting me to endorse jock straps.
"She hasn't tried her business pitch on you?" I asked. "Most agents are like our friend at the bar, they go through the manager."
"Well, everyone in the industry knows she's different. Likes to go straight for what she wants," he said. "Come on, you're really not gonna give me any details about the other night?"
"No, I'm not. Find your own details," I said.
"I wish! Hey, maybe Miss Wriggler there has a friend?" he asked.