Then her daughter interrupted our conversation because she thought Elise was talking about her best friend Christina. It was not long before Elise had to end the call to deal with her cranky daughter’s demand to go shopping with Lydia and Christina.
My email box is back under control. I check the time, again.
“Sir, she’s coming out now.” Lawrence tosses the words over his shoulder before he gets out of the car to open the door for her.
Lawrence opens the door, giving me an unobstructed view of her gorgeous body in clothes that flatter her stunning figure and turn my cock to stone. From a casual glance, her outfit would not be much different than what she previously wore; however, the cut of the clothing combined with the superior fabrics of silk and fine cotton instantly elevate her appearance.
A pale pink blouse crisscrosses, leaving far too much of her chest on display, teasing the cleft of her high, heavy breasts. As she slides into the car, I see the black skirt is not just shorter than I demanded, it has a slit up one side to mid-thigh. I cannot take my eyes off the skin the slit reveals.
“Happy now?” she taunts softly.
Forced to take my eyes off her thigh, I give in. “Almost.” I exhale as I pull out the clip holding her bun up. Watching her long, silky hair fall down around her, I long to wrap my hand in it and pull her to me.
Her gasp is loud, shocking me out of my dirty daydream.
“Much better. Now get into your email, I sent you a proposal from Michael. I want you to dig a little deeper into it.”
***
Ivan
I toss the file away from me in disgust. Is this truly the best Denise can find in this city in the way of a new PA? None of the five candidates appeal in the slightest. How is it only five people? It was my hope to have an interview with a prospect this week, yet it is now Thursday afternoon and none of these applicants are good enough.
I need someone else now. Christina has been in and out of my office three times today, and each time I could not take my eyes off her. Fuck, just thinking of her is getting me hard. I give in and call Dmitri for the number to the headhunter he uses.
“Ivan, calling to cancel?”
“No, why do you think I would cancel?” I have not cancelled an appointment, business or personal, in the entire time I have known him.
“Ah, Elise mentioned your request for assistance. I was sure you were more interested in your lunch being a more intimate personal one.”
“I knew she would not keep the matter private, as she promised she would.”
“Do not blame Elise, our daughter is becoming quite the handful and was pitching a fit over the denial of a shopping trip. I got the story through unfair means, have no doubt. Be quite aware I was not happy at the thought of my wife sharing a secret with another man.”
I finally understand Dmitri’s jealousy of his wife’s attention on anyone but him. I never comprehended it, yet I always respected it without resentment. Today, after the sting of jealousy I endured watching the men from Hungry Harvest eye Christina yesterday, I understood completely.
“My apologies, my friend, habit. If I should need to ask Elise’s assistance in the future, which I do not believe will be necessary, I will run it through you. I am not calling to cancel.
“I need the number for the headhunter agency you use. Connor’s daughter is ill and he will be out of the office for some time dealing with it. I also terminated Rebecca. The candidates my human resources have submitted do not meet my criteria.”
“I will be happy to share the information with you. They are excellent. I have not been let down so far.” He reels off the information.
“While I have you on the phone, what do you suggest as a gift for your wife for her birthday? With Connor out, Tim, is overwhelmed at the prospect of shopping for her. With her assistance today, I feel I owe her an exceptional gift of thanks.”
“You are in luck, her watch died only the other day. She went for appearance over waterproof and our youngest dropped it in the pool. If you had not noticed, which I am sure you did not, she has a thing for pink and gold. As she wears the watch every day, she does not want, as she calls it, ‘blinged out;’ however, she does want pretty.” I can hear him roll his eyes. “You will be saving me. I had a mind to buy her a few in case she did not like one, to avoid her saying she loved it when she did not.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, not thrilled at the idea of picking out such an important gift. “I will see you tomorrow at lunch.”
I make a call to Cartier and set the appointment for two hours from now. That done, I send an email to both Tim and Christina letting them know I need Christina to go pick out the watch for Elise, careful to include what Dmitri had said should be considered in the purchase.
My first thought was to select the watch myself with Christina’s input; however, from now until I find a replacement, our time needs to be limited. In the back of the car she had been far too close, my control was sorely tested.
“Sir?” Christina’s voice is husky with hesitation.
I do not take my eyes off the report in front of me, yet I can still see her legs on display out of the corner of my eye. “What?”
“Are there any, um, other issues for consideration? A price limit or preference for brand?”