I turn back to the ladies’ room, my head swimming with what’s gone down.
You sure you want to let that go...?
I’m already spinning on my heel and heading after him, but as I break out onto the pavement and scan the street all I see are the doormen. There’s no sign of him. Not even a lit-up car about to leave. Where in the hell is he?
I look to the doormen, who are doing their best not to notice me. ‘Did you see where he went?’ I say, and they give me a brief look.
‘Who?’ one says.
‘The guy that left just ahead of me.’
‘Afraid not.’
I think he’s lying. In fact, I know he’s lying. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m on the wrong side of the non-disclosure agreement now I’m outside the building that means he won’t tell me anything.
I’m about to ask again when I hear a car door open behind me, down the street, and my heart soars. I turn towards the sound.
Maybe he’s seen me... Maybe he’s coming back for—
‘My lady?’
It’s my driver. Hope vacates my body, the chill returns, and I wrap my arms around my middle and head towards him. The sinking feeling inside me is ever more pronounced.
It was foolish, anyway. I’ve read of infatuations that start with such a spark. I’ve read it in my mother’s diary, have been able to feel my mother’s lust and then love for my father through the pages. But I always thought
such a thing out of my reach. Every boy, teen, man has taught me that aside from sex I’m good for one thing only: money.
No, make that two things. Money and a title. I have them both. And because of that I’m destined to become a spinster.
My tombstone:
Lady Coco Lauren
Lived and died
Single and alone
Why did one chance meeting with a stranger make me hope for something more?
CHAPTER THREE
THREE DAYS HAVE gone by since my momentary lapse in judgement.
Momentary lapse?
Monumental fuck-up, more like.
I swear I can still hear her moans ringing in my ear, taste her on my lips, my fingers... I’ve only to close my eyes and I see her dilated gaze looking up at me, her skin flushed pink, her body moving with sheer abandon in her quick-fire orgasm, my fingers buried deep—
Fuck. There my dick goes, tightening inside my jeans, painful and persistent, nagging for release.
What the hell’s got into you?
Stupid question.
She has.
Her taste, her scent, her flirtatious little mouth. She’s got under my skin, exposed my inner desires. Making her come while others watched on, her sucking me off, me losing control...