like this. I used an egg timer in my last apartment’s bathroom so I wouldn’t freeze my tits off. I had exactly three minutes to wash my hair and body before the water turned ice cold. It was like swimming and then running naked out in a blizzard during New York winters.
At 5 o’clock sharp, I was waiting at the kitchen table, enjoying a glass of fine whiskey, when Kelly walked in. He must’ve showered and dressed at work. Harrison told me the place had a gym. A workplace perk. Kelly’s hard body was a testament to that.
He stopped in his tracks when he noticed me sitting at the table, in the dress, my hair done up, and makeup on my face. He recovered without a hitch, though. Just like I’d done when I noticed him in his suit. It was black and white and made for a gentleman. A gentleman who was anything but behind closed doors.
“You’re ready,” he said.
“You gave me a time.” I shrugged. “Here I am. At that time. Ready.” I took a sip of my whiskey and then set it down. “I told you, Kelly. I’m no princess. I’m used to working my ass off for basic necessities, so when I’m told a time, I make it.”
He looked down at the table, at the glass of whiskey I’d poured for him. “So you are.” He picked up the glass. It stopped when it was close to his mouth. “If I had a heart, it would’ve stopped at the sight of you in that dress.”
I stood to my full height, making sure that the sexy slit was noticed when I made my way closer to him. Maybe some would even call it dangerous. My legs were long, so I worked them to my advantage. When I reached him, my eyes turned up to meet his intense green ones.
A tiger. He had the eyes of a tiger.
“Oh,” I breathed out. “I think right about now, you know you have a heart, and it’s beating overtime, darlin’. I don’t need a red dress to bring you to your knees. Nah.” I ran my hand along the lapel of his jacket. “The color doesn’t matter. It’s my confidence that turns you on, Mr. Kelly.” I patted the spot where my hand stopped and then went to remove it.
He took my hand and brought it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on my fingers. I slipped my hand out of his, but I might as well have yanked it back. He noticed how that one act had sent a jolt of electricity straight up my arm. It made my hands tremble for a reason other than anxiety.
He grinned into his glass and downed it like a shot. “There’s so much about you that turns me on, my darlin’, but nothing makes my cock as hard as the scent on your body. It’s a sexual fantasy. It’s fucking confidence. It lingers in the room long after you’ve walked out of it, Mrs. Kelly.” He motioned to the front door, for me to go ahead of him.
I stopped when I made it right outside of the kitchen. “You're going to watch me walk out of here, aren't you, Kelly?”
“An arse like that.” His eyes moved over me slowly. “It'd be a sin to waste such a blessing.”
“Enjoy the view,” I said, throwing the words over my shoulder. “And try not to fall in love.” I winked at him before I sashayed to the front door.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom waited outside for us. A driver in a fine suit, complete with hat, opened the suicide doors just as Kelly put his hand on my lower back and pushed me forward. My feet had stopped at the sight of it. My ass had never sat on a seat so expensive before.
I ran my hand along the smooth leather. “This is rich,” I said.
Kelly took the seat opposite me, fixing his suit, before the driver closed the door and started making his way to the other side of the car. “Rocco Fausti owns a fleet of them. I use them from time to time.”
The driver slid in, looking through his mirror at Kelly, and after Kelly gave a nod, the privacy glass rolled up.
We had our own suite in the car. The ceiling looked like it was made of stars. The car moved smoothly, as if we were gliding through the air. A seductive voice came through the speakers a second later, “Billie Holiday, George