Princely Passions

"This sounds like a game of 20 questions," I laugh. "Are you planning on doing global business with someone?"

But when I ask this she gets quiet. She's not sharing in my laughter. She's not looking into my eyes, and seems to be focused on something else.

"What's wrong?" I ask. I walk up to her and run my fingers through her hair. I try to draw her close to me, but she seems distant.

"It's nothing," she says.

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sp; "You know you can tell me anything, right? Because this doesn't seem like 'nothing' to me," I say. "You're holding something back."

But as soon as I begin to probe, she changes the subject.

"My curiosity just got the better of me. It's really nothing," she says walking over to the dining room table and sitting down. We're both sitting at the table now, directly across from each other, and just as I'm about to tell her that I don't believe her, and that I think she's still holding something back, I feel her foot near my cock.

She's dragging her foot up my leg and has it nestled in between the crevice of my thighs. I look over and she has a devilish smile on her face. She then reaches under the table and grabs my cock ... not a soft grab, but like she means it. It's now hard as a fucking steel pipe and twitching in my pants.

I no longer care about her global holdings questions because I'm too focused on the throbbing in my pants. So, I decide to drop the subject.

"How can one woman be so sexy?" I ask.

She just smiles and squeezes a little harder. "How can one man be so delicious?"

If she keeps this up, we may never make it to Balthazar. I'm tempted to bend her over this dining room table and take her as my main course.

"So, what do you say? Would you like to spend the weekend with me?" I ask.

"Let's see … considering that I already expected to, I'd say so," she says as her fingers wrap themselves tighter around my cock.

I smile.

This is going to be a better morning than I expected.

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Alicia

Okay, so I know that there are like a million evil lil' calories in this lamb gyro from the corner food truck, but you know what? I really don't have any desire to be healthy when I smell the food being handed to us.

But I mean Ashley is thinking the same thing as me I think. Because she looks at me as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's Building and she says to me with a pretty authoritative voice, "You know, babe, we're going to have to stop eating like ten thousand calories for lunch."

Oh. My. God. As if she's not the one who Facebook'd me earlier this morning and asked me what I was doing for lunch. Sure, I may have suggested the food truck, but only because that's our go to spot. Where we used to sit and eat greasy meat. And stare at the meat walking by on Park Avenue we wanted to...you know, get greasy with.

Okay, okay, yes, I've been saving that one for a while now. I honestly thought it would be more fun when I said it than it was, so if you're rolling your eyes, I didn't deliver it right, okay?

Besides, with everything going on with Derek and Nadia and Carter Jeffries and the money trail, I'm not sure I want to get greasy with anyone till I figure this out.

"Oh my God, are you sex daydreaming on me now?" Ashley asks out of the blue, her mouth chewing lamb gyro.

Now I really roll my eyes and look at her. "Is that all you're focused on, Ashley?" I ask her. "Just how much sex I'm having?"

It takes a moment for Ashley to swallow before she can reply. "Well, I'm certainly not having any sex," she says to me. "And it's been so long for me, I think my pussy is just closing up, you know?"

I'm rolling my eyes again, but inside I know the feeling. I wasn't getting any until Derek showed up.

And completely upended my life.

To the point where I don't know if he's being completely honest with me. But a part of me wonders if this is even a big deal. I mean --