“I like you when you’re jealous,” I say, leaning close, but not too close. “Always so calm and collected, it makes me want to flirt with everyone in this room just to rile you up.”
“You do and you’ll be regretting it later.”
My cheeks flush hot. “Is that a threat…or a promise?”
A moment later, feeling restless and well, bored, I get an idea. “What do you say we rile him up a little? Give him something interesting to look at?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Taking his hand, I slip away taking him with me as I exit the conference room.
“Did he see us leave together?” I ask.
“Naturally.”
With a smile, I lead Ellis down the long open corridor. It’s a large building, and I’ve been here a couple of times before, and I know there’s another banquet hall on the other side of the stairs.
The sound of the party fades behind us as we walk. I shoot him a mischievous smile as I turn into the silent dark hallway just past the stairs, pulling him in with me.
As soon as we are alone in the empty room, his hands are around my waist.
“He’s not going to like this,” he whispers, pushing me against the wall.
His lips land against my neck, his smooth beard against my collarbone as he kisses me.
“That’s the idea,” I gasp as his hand slips under the slit of my dress, growling as he finds the moist lace of my panties. As Ellis drops to his knees, shoving my dress up to my waist, I pull my phone out of the deep pocket of the dress. I nearly drop it as he buries his nose between my legs and inhales like it’s his favorite drug.
I let out a moan as he slips the fabric to the side and runs his tongue along the moisture, devouring me frantically like he’s in a hurry to get me screaming his name.
A muffled cry escapes my lips because he most definitely is going to get me there in record time. “Fuck, Ellis.”
With one hand clutching the hair on the back of his head and my phone in the other, I turn on the camera and snap a picture at the exact moment a quick and intense orgasm shudders through me. The flash lights up the room and I open my eyes to find a picture of me, seedy and dark, Ellis’s face smashed into my pussy and a look of pure ecstasy on my face.
That will do just fine, I think as I send it to Nash in our group text message.
“Did you send it?” he asks as he stands up.
“We will have hell to pay,” I answer with a laugh.
“I can’t wait.”
30
I’m literally in the middle of a conversation with my new head engineer in the fixed wing program when my phone buzzes. I know what it is before I even glance discreetly at the screen.
Those mother fuckers.
The picture is dark and red, her dress around her waist and Ellis face-first in my favorite cunt. All while I’m stuck here talking to a bunch of assholes I don’t want to be talking to.
When I look up, Ellis walks in, stealing the air from the room as he so often does. And the asshole has the nerve to wipe the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he stares right into my eyes.
A second later, Hanna is by his side, clinging to his arm, and I can’t help myself. Hooking my finger at her, I keep a professional facade up as I beckon her over. I’m tired of her putting so much space between us. The engineer’s wife is droning on about something I’m not even paying attention to as Hanna reaches my side.
“Well, I don’t believe we’ve met,” her husband says, looking at Hanna. I want to fire his ass immediately for the stupid smile on his face.
Instead, I hide the fact I’d much rather everyone in this fucking room vacate except for two specific people.
“I’m sorry. Please let me introduce my friend, Ms. Hanna Thurber. Ms. Thurber was the principal dancer for the city’s ballet company.”
His wife gasps. “Oh my gosh, I recognize you.”
Hanna immediately clenches up next to me, which is a pity considering she’s probably just a couple of minutes post orgasm. But I can imagine after her public breakdown last year, being recognized isn’t always the reaction she’s looking for.
“We saw you in Swan Lake years ago. You were…well, you were phenomenal.”