Afternoon Delight - By Mia Zachary Page 0,40
I wasn’t so turned on.” There was laughter in his voice but also a hint of fascination.
She was a little shocked herself, but figured she could blame it on her hormones. “Not half as turned on as I am seeing you touch yourself like that.”
“Like what?” Chris’s voice deepened and he cleared a rasp from his throat. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
In her mind she saw his large hand grasp his shaft, saw the lust in his green eyes and the invitation in his smile. “A light touch to begin with, I think. Long, lazy caresses up and down.”
“Uh huh. What are you doing?”
She easily pictured him stroking himself, an incredibly erotic image, so her voice was breathless when she answered. “I can’t take my eyes off of you and I’m soo wet.”
“Watching you watching me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Are you touching yourself?”
“Um, yes. I’ve draped my legs over the arms of the chair. My thighs are spread wide and I’m using my fingers. If possible, you get even harder so a firmer grip is necessary, faster with more friction.”
She heard him groan softly into the phone, his breathing rapid. “Good thing my office door is closed,” Chris murmured.
Rei’s eyes widened. She had initiated this little game of phone sex, but she never thought he’d actually follow her instructions. “Are you really—?”
Chris sighed, sounding frustrated in the best way. “I’m fully dressed, if that’s what you mean. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish my hand was yours.”
“Mmm, I wish it was, too.” She looked up at a knock on her door. Mary Alice poked her head in and made a “two minutes” signal. “But I have to go back to work now.”
“I can’t. Not yet anyway.”
She gave a completely smug and unsympathetic laugh. “Well, at least I know you’ll be thinking about me for a while.”
“What makes you think I ever stop?” His voice was rich with desire and humor. “I’ll meet you at Zuni Café at noon. I’ll be the guy with the big smile on his face.”
AT ELEVEN FORTY-FIVE, Chris stood in the triangular two-story entryway admiring the richly colored Indian blankets hanging along the white adobe walls. Zuni Café, with its Southwestern ambiance and French-Italian cuisine, was one of his favorite restaurants in San Francisco. Hearing his name, he turned to see Rei walk through the front door.
He smiled at the sight of her long hair flowing down the back of her bright blue overcoat. When she reached his side, Chris leaned down and kissed her wind-chilled cheek.
“You’re early, too, I see.”
“I’m right on time, actually. Like a wizard, I arrive exactly when I mean to.” Her gaze was as warm as the welcoming smile she sent over her shoulder as she hung up her coat on the rack.
He recognized the reference to the classic J.R.R. Tolkien story instantly and grinned. “You’re a Lord of the Rings fan. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
“Only one?”
As she turned, he finally noticed her outfit. The colors were conservative, the patterns plain, but something about the way she wore them seemed frankly sensual. The white blouse was draped low enough for him to detect a hint of camisole lace. The hem of her caramel brown skirt ended well above her knees, showing off shapely legs down to her dark chocolate high heels.
“Well, maybe more than one.”
A hostess led them past the copper-topped bar and semi-open kitchen with its roaring brick ovens to a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. They debated the merits of the Jackson Lord of the Rings films in comparison with the original Tolkien books while perusing the menu and waiting for their drinks.
When their waitress appeared with tall glasses of iced tea, Chris ordered his usual. “I’ll have the hamburger on toasted focaccia bread, medium-rare.”
“I’d like to try the deep-fried mixed fruit, the house-cured anchovies with Parmesan, the foie gras and the yaquina oysters on the half shell, please.” Rei lowered the menu to find both Chris and the waitress staring at her. But she just smiled brightly and shrugged. “I’m trying new things this week.”
He laughed as the waitress left to fill their orders. “I hope you like those appetizers more than you did the tequila.”
As they waited for their lunch, Chris engaged her in a conversation about their favorite books and movies, keeping everything light and impersonal while he prepared himself. Finally he inhaled deeply, having realized he’d been