poor hand was getting a workout it didn’t deserve.
Watching him eat was pure seduction, and he was completely unaware. The fork sliding through his lips, and his tongue following through, had me headed to the bathroom so I’d stop squirming and squeezing my thighs together. It was quite a quad and glute strengthener, but one I didn’t need in the workplace. I’d never masturbated in a public bathroom before. It was borderline obscene, not to mention ridiculous.
We worked through the afternoon and I was proud there were no more bathroom trips. Every time I felt myself getting aroused, I’d pinch my thigh. It would resemble an eggplant by the time the day was over, but it was the only way to manage the situation.
Raiden escorted me to the elevator when the day ended, which he usually did, and we struck up a conversation about the weekend. It was Friday, and he began by asking, “Any exciting plans for tonight?”
Other than putting on my jammies and binge-watching Netflix, like I did every weekend, there was zilch on the calendar.
“Not tonight, I don’t.”
“Does that mean you have plans for tomorrow night?”
I cast him a glance and asked, “Are you just curious or you asking for a particular reason?”
“Yeah, I thought if you were free, maybe we could grab some dinner tonight.”
I paused. Not wanting to sound like an eager pup, I answered, “Hmm. Can I get back to you on that?”
“What’s there to think about?”
“You’re not going to take me to one of those places that only serves sprouts and tofu, are you?”
He cocked his head and guffawed. It was contagious and soon I was laughing too.
“Not a sprouts and tofu fan, huh?”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with them because I’ll eat just about anything, but after that healthy lunch, I need to score some meat.”
That didn’t come out exactly like I’d planned, and he smirked. Oh, Lordy, was he sexy when he did that.
“Score some meat, huh? That can definitely be arranged, Ms. Sullivan.”
Jesus, my face was on fire. What the hell had I been thinking?
“Uh, I was thinking more along the lines of a burger or steak.”
His hand moved over his chest. “What a disappointment. My hopes were raised for nothing.”
“Oh, stop it. I’m sure you have women falling at your feet.”
“Falling at my feet, huh?”
“Yeah. Snap your fingers and they come running.”
“I can’t deny there’s not a shortage of them, but there’s one problem.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
The elevator dinged, and the doors whooshed open. He bent his head and whispered, “None of them are you.” His warm breath fanned over my neck and I shivered. I wanted to imagine his breath over the most intimate bits of me. Next, he said, “Hand me your phone.”
“My phone?”
“Yes. I want to text you my number.”
I unlocked it and handed it to him, allowing him to do as he asked. He gave it back but grabbed my hand when he did. “I’ll pick you up at seven. Text me your address. And Scottie?”
“Yes?”
“Be prepared for meat.”
I swallowed the brick of desire in my throat as the elevator doors closed. Holy hotness. Was I in store for a good fucking tonight or was that my wildly overactive imagination?
Regardless, I rushed home, took a long shower, shaved so I was as smooth as a baby’s butt all over, and began to get ready. Then I remembered I didn’t text him my address. When I did, I asked him what to wear.
I prefer you naked, but casual is fine.
He certainly was forward. Wait, maybe that was a joke.
I texted him back. Pretty sure the restaurant wouldn’t lol.
My phone immediately dinged.
Ms. Sullivan, if I picked you up, and you were naked, rest assured, we would not be going to a restaurant. We would head straight for your bed.
He wasn’t joking. I bit my lip as I thought about how to handle this. Putting on my brave panties, I texted back: Forget the restaurant. Come to my place and we’ll order in.
Three dots immediately flashed on the phone and his message popped up. I’m on the way and you’d better be ready.
Was I insane or only horny? A little of both, most likely. I went on a massive dig through my underwear drawer to hunt for something sexy. Then I decided—fuck it. I threw on my silky robe and waited.
With a glass of wine in hand, I sat on the couch until the doorbell rang. When I opened it, he offered up a yummy grin that I wanted