her.
She sat in the back of the car and tapped her high heeled pump nervously. The shoes matched her lacy bra and panty perfectly. The plate of cookies on her lap should have been a distraction, but because Jimmy was such a smooth driver, she didn’t need to balance it much.
They arrived at Victor’s office much too quickly and Lana had second, third and fourth thoughts about what she was about to do.
Courage, she told herself as she slipped carefully out of the back of the limousine. Walking up to the security desk, Jimmy was right behind her and introduced her, telling them to issue her a visitor’s badge. That was something she hadn’t prepared for. Where in the world was she supposed to put a security badge she thought frantically. Thankfully, the badge had a cord that she could hang around her neck so that was one problem solved.
Riding up the elevator, she thought about what she was going to do. Was it a good idea? Should she follow through?
Yes! She had to. Remembering the night he’d sent her the dress and how powerful she’d felt, how pretty and sexy and desirable, that helped spur her on.
“Good evening, Ms. Michaels. I’m Edith. We’ve spoken on the phone,” an older woman smiled as soon as Lana walked up to the door. “He’s currently on a conference call with some Japanese suppliers but I don’t think he’ll mind if you pop in. I was in there a moment ago and he’s just about finished now.” She finished turning off her computer, then pulled her coat out of the closet behind her. “He wasn’t in the best of moods earlier. I don’t know why.”
Lana glanced at the older woman anxiously. “Uh oh. Is he like that often?”
Edith grinned conspiratorially. “He’s been in a very good mood for the past six weeks.”
Lana smiled back, enormously encouraged. She’d been seeing Victor for the past six weeks. That had to mean something, didn’t it? Something around her heart area fluttered with excitement and the whole evening changed from something scary to something wonderful.
Taking a deep breath to gather her courage, she straightened her shoulders and looked at the door to his office with determination. “Thank you, Edith. I appreciate that. I’ll let him know you left already.”
She waved that aside and picked up her purse. “He’s pushed me out the door, already. He’s told me to get out of here several times already but I think he’s pretty much finished for the night and won’t need me anymore. It’s my grandson’s birthday so I’m told to head out of here immediately. Victor will be thrilled to see you.”
Edith walked out of the office, winking at Lana as she turned the corner to the elevators. Lana gripped the cookies in her hands and squared her shoulders, her mind taking on a completely different attitude after Edith’s comments.
Lana knocked on Victor’s door and waited. There was a long silence and then she heard his voice. She didn’t understand his words in the foreign language but she understood his tone. He was angry for some reason. She was just about to turn around, nervous about arriving at his office unannounced, when the door opened unexpectedly.
Victor’s face when he saw her was initially surprised, then a smile formed on his face. He didn’t say a word but waved her into his office, closing the door behind them.
He spoke in a language she didn’t understand but he put a hand to the small of her back while he led her into his office, talking all the while.
She looked up at him, her eyes enquiring about whatever was going on. The conversation from his end seemed aggressive and she was wary about interrupting.
His only response was to shake his head and nod towards the phone on his desk. She nodded, understanding what he was silently telling her. Lana walked over to his desk, not wanting to interrupt as she placed the plate on his desk.
Victor said one more statement, then pressed the button on the phone that disconnected the call. “What a nice surprise,” he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. “What’s the occasion? I thought Jimmy was picking you up in a half hour.”
Lana smiled warily and pushed the plate closer to him. “I don’t want to interrupt you if you have things you still need to work on,” she explained. “I just thought you’d like some cookies. As a kind of thank you.”
Victor smiled and peeled