The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

I snap my mouth closed and lean back in my chair, closing my eyes. This isn’t going at all the way I’d hoped. But at least she’s talking now.

“I thought you were just being a responsible adult person,” she says quietly.

I open my eyes and lean forward again, holding her gaze captive while I say, “And you thank responsible adult people with kisses?”

She rears back, her face paling. “It was on the cheek!”

“It was the best God damn kiss––” Fuck! What am I saying? I shake my head. “Never mind.”

Sophie’s face turns scarlet as her chest heaves with a deep breath. My dick twitches, hardening despite my best mental effort to stop the swelling.

It was the best God damn kiss I’d had in ages, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell her that. Jesus. I went from deciding to tread lightly to find out where her head is to a full court press in the blink of an eye. I need to get my shit together.

We finish eating in silence, both of us doing more picking at the food and moving it around on our plates than actually eating. My dick is still fucking throbbing, and Sophie’s cheeks are still pink. Finally, she stands and picks up her plate, shoving it into one of the empty bags. When she starts to pack up the leftover food, I stop her.

“I’ll take care of that,” I say softly.

She nods without meeting my eyes, then grabs her tablet and backs away. Mumbling a quiet thanks, she turns and hauls ass out of my office. When the door closes gently behind her, I lean back in my chair with a deep sigh.

That was a disaster.

I should’ve just told her how I’m feeling. That I want to…

What? What do I want? To fuck her? Definitely. To date her? Maybe. Probably.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

I can’t just tell my assistant I want to fuck her. To spread her out like a buffet and feast before slamming into her until we both go blind. I have to do this right. Feel her out. See if she’d be willing to give me a shot. Take her out on a proper date. Dinner.

Then take her home and have her pussy for dessert.

I reach down and adjust myself to relieve the pressure of my hard cock straining against my zipper. I need to get myself under control before I do something stupid. And irreversible.

It’s obvious from the way she scampered out of here that she’s not interested. There’s not going to be any dates. No dinners. No dessert.

Sophie Jameson doesn’t want me, and I’m just going to have to accept it.

Even if it kills me.