The Big Boss - Penny Wylder Page 0,16
us. A connection that seems inexplicable.
And just as Justine predicted, the food is absolutely amazing. “Wow.”
“I know right? It’s so good. I come here for lunch all the time.”
“Good to know.”
“Oh, you’re going to start stalking me?” She laughs.
I laugh. “Maybe. The only reason I didn’t look you up last night was because I forgot to ask your name.”
Justine leans closer to me, and I’m not even sure that she realizes when she does it. “Well you know it now.”
“Yes,” I say. “I know that you’re Justine. You work at a non-profit that helps the elderly. Your best friend is an excellent florist.” I lean close to whisper in her ear. “And your pussy tastes and feels like heaven.
She’s frozen in a blush when I pull away. It’s not a lie. Not even close to one. And that thing between us grows stronger. But as much as I would like to, I can’t take her on the table in the middle of the restaurant.
Justine lifts her hand, and the waiter appears with two more vodka shots. She throws it back. “And other than the fact that you’re richer than god, hot, and own a business, I know nothing about you.”
“I’m normal. Just like you. I work too much, enjoy a good glass of whiskey at the end of the day.” There’s more to me of course, but I need to win her over further before she’ll accept that I’m more than a stereotype. So instead I turn the questions back on her. Her favorite color is blue, she’s a morning person, and her last name is Jackson.
Over the course of the conversation, we move closer and closer together, and by the time we’re both finished with our plates, our legs are touching and we’re practically sharing breath.
She calls the waiter over and pays the bill, and as she’s handing it back, I catch her hand. “I’m not ready for this to be over yet.”
“Is this the part where I ravish you in spite of your honor?” she asks.
“If you decided to ravish me, Justine, that would be the honor.”
She lets me hold her hand as we leave, and I guide her down the street in the direction of my apartment. The river is nearby, and we cross to walk near it along the water. The sunset streaked sky is reflecting off the water, the evening cool and perfect. If there was a day for a perfect first date, this is it.
“So do you still think you know who I am?”
She’s quiet as we walk, and I wait. It’s a thoughtful silence. “I’m definitely less sure now. But I’m not sure I’ll ever know for real, unless you tell me. If you’re really different, then prove it.”
I stop walking and press her back against the railing along the river. The sun is fading into nothing, and the sky is a smooth expanse of darkening blue. I miss the little pinpricks that would be visible by now if we weren’t in the city. “Are you used to seeing stars? Or no?”
“I’ve lived here my whole life,” she says. “So I’m used to them not being there. They are beautiful though, when you can see them.”
I nod. “I’ve been here for a long time, but I don’t think I’ll ever be used to so few stars.”
For a moment she looks confused, but that passes as both of us realize together that our bodies are pressed together and that current is binding us closer. With a sudden grin I lean closer. “We didn’t have dessert,” I say softly.
Her eyes widen. “I kind of forgot about it.”
“I didn’t,” I say, gathering the fabric of her skirt into my hand as I look up and down the street. There’s no one nearby, most people downtown are still in restaurants or bars or hanging out at more popular spots around the river. “There’s one dessert I’m very interested in.”
She grabs my arm, gasping as I slip my hand under her skirt and between her legs. There’s nothing but pure heat in her eyes. “Am I violating your honor, Justine?”
“Please do.” She bites her lips and relaxes into me more.
I’m harder than a rock in a second, because the fabric of her tiny panties are soaked, and she moans when I stroke my finger across her clit. From a distance, anyone looking at us would see just a couple close together. They wouldn’t notice the way Justine’s fingers are digging into my arms in desperation, or the way