Be With Me in Silicon Valley: The Juliette Trilogy (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 3)

by Anita Claire

We buy a few sandwich things, too. As we pass the Mountain View General Store—a funky store dedicated to everything Mountain View—I grab his arm and drag him inside. “Since you’re now a local, you need to dress like a local” as I pull out a hoody with a fun retro Mountain View design. Nate laughs, “You don’t have the same hoody? I wouldn’t like to look like one of those couples, you know the type that wear matching clothes.” I shake my head and laugh, “Please, I’m not that geeky”.

  After purchasing a hoody we then head back to my place. As we’re putting our groceries away, Cassie makes an appearance. She struts into the kitchen in full charm mode. Wearing yoga pants and a yoga top with no bra, the outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and highlights her perfect body. She’s making sure Nate gets a good look as she struts around all sexy.

  My jaw tightens. Is he going to take the bait?

  She gives one of her sexy smiles to Nate, while raising an eyebrow and giving me a surprised look when she realizes this isn’t Zach. “I take it I didn’t imagine someone was having sex in your bathroom this morning?”

  Nate extends his hand and coolly says, “I’m Nate.”

  Cassie looks at his hand, then giving him a coy smile says, “I’m Cassie.” Then she turns her gaze on me. “I have sex-dar. I always know when someone’s having sex.”

  Chuckling, Nate rolls me into him, his arms cross in front of my chest, “Well, then your sex-dar must have been on high alert this weekend.” He bends down and kisses my neck.

  Cassie raises her eyebrows and gives me a sly smile. “I’m making a shake, want some?”

  The thought of that shake makes me shudder. “I’ll pass on drinking liquid grass. Where’ve you been? I don’t think I’ve seen you since last weekend.”

  Pulling out all her green stuff from the refrigerator, she says, “Mostly at Luke’s, I’ve been hanging with a couple of the girlfriends. I’m meeting them at noon for a little pre-game tailgating party.” She wiggles her butt. It’s obvious she’s acting ultra-sexy for Nate’s sake, which is pissing me off.

  Nate releases me and we start heading out of the kitchen, when Cassie asks, “Hey, have you heard from Jack recently?”

  Stopping, I cock my head as I think back, “It was after Thanksgiving, maybe Sunday or Monday. Why?”

  Rolling her eyes, “No one’s heard from him since before Thanksgiving. Since you two are pen pals, I figured I’d ask.”

  We head back to my room; Nate sits down on my bed and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his hips. He kisses me, then asks, “Who’s Jack?”

  “Cassie’s older brother. He’s in the army. Knowing him, he’s doing something ridiculously dangerous. We’ve been pen pals for years.”

  “Did you date Jack?”

  “Jack?” the thought makes me chuckle, “That would be like dating a brother. We didn’t even get along growing up. No, after he signed up I started sending him silly e-mails. He’s had a strained relationship with his parents, and Cassie isn’t much on writing, so I kind of keep him connected to home.”

  He considers this information, kisses me again and says, “A hike would be nice. Where can we go?”

  “Rancho’s the closest, it’s just the parking lot is a total zoo. There is a crazy protocol for getting a space. Be prepared to wait ten or fifteen minutes.”

  “Rancho it is.”

  As I crawl off his lap, I ask, “You run, right?”

  He nods his head, “yes”.

  “How about a trail run instead of a hike? If we get tired then we can turn it into a hike.”

  “That works, but we’ll need to stop at my place so I can get the right gear.”

  (Stopped at this point)

  Chapter 19 – Running at Rancho

  As I pull out my running shoes, Nate picks one up. “Good,” he says as he checks out the wear. “Too many people wear the wrong kind of shoe, and don’t change their shoes often enough. It can lead to a lot of foot and knee problems.”

  Surprisingly, it’s the first time he’s said anything doctor or trainer like to me.

  Wearing my running pants, shirt, and jacket, I add another layer with my fleece as we head over to Nate’s. He’s chosen to live close to downtown Palo Alto in a newer apartment complex not far from where he now works. The main room is a rectangle with a sliding glass door at the end. When I walk in, to my right is an open galley kitchen that’s empty except for a fancy Keurig coffee maker, a bag of beans, and an empty oversized mug in the sink. The dining room consists of a sturdy work table with a MacBook Pro and an office chair. The living area has a TV stand with a flat screen, and a second office chair in front of it. Following Nate into his bedroom, there’s a mattress on the floor with pillows, and sheets and blankets haphazardly twisted on top. A row of boxes line the walls, along with a couple of gym bags.

  “Homey,” I say with a playful smile.

  “I took your advice: traveled light.” He says with a grin as he tosses the bag he took to my place on the floor. “It should look homier soon. My sister helped me pick up a bedroom set and a couch, they’re supposed to be delivering it next week.”

  “Hey, I like your dining room table and chairs, they’re practical.” I say as I sit down on the edge of his mattress.

  Smirking as he changes into winter running clothes, he nods as he tells me. “I doubt I’ll be throwing any dinner parties, but I’ll be spending a lot of time sitting there researching and catching up on paperwork.”

  “And I thought only engineering guys were practical.”

  Shaking his head at me, he says, “After our run, do you want to come back here and watch the game, or should we go back to your place?”

  “My place, Cassie’s couch is much more comfortable than your office chair. Anyway, they never come back to Cassie’s after a game.”

  Nate packs some clean clothes in his bag, and then we head out.

  Rancho is a mad house, which is typical for the weekend. “It’s a big park, the parking lot and farm are busy. Once we get in the hills, there are a lot less people. Now for Rancho parking etiquette, just idle at the end of a row, within ten minutes someone will leave. If you drive around, you’ll never get a space.” I tell Nate.

  About five minutes after we choose a row to idle in, a white SUV idles behind us. It takes another five minutes before two guys come walking down the lane and get into their car. As the red taillights on their car come on, the women idling behind us starts maneuvering her car around us.

  “Oh, no she doesn’t,” I yell as I fly out of the car and stand in front of her car. Luckily, she left enough room for the guys to pull out and for Nate to navigate around her. As Nate pulls in, I yell, “You should know better. Don’t cut in line.”

  Nate grabs my arm and walks me out of the parking lot, “Shit, I thought you were going to beat her up.” He says in amazement.

  “Me? I’ve never hit anyone. But that woman really pissed me off. She was waiting behind us, so she knows the protocol. She just didn’t want to wait her turn. I bet she lives in Los Altos. The SUV-ers from Los Altos act so entitled.”

  “I thought you grew up in Los Altos.”

  “That’s how I know.”

  “Do you act this scrappy at work?” Nate asks.

  Luckily, Nate thinks my behavior is amusing and not psychotic. “Not yet, I’m so junior I haven’t yet learned enough of the ropes to say anything.”

  We start off running at a slow pace. As we warm up and feel each other out, our pace picks up.

  “Hey hotshot,” Nate says as I start picking the pace up a bit more. “Please don’t kill yourself out here. You might be only a little bit of a thing, but I still don’t want to have to carry you back to the car.”

  Flashing him my annoyed look, I yell, “I’m fine.”

  “Oh, I know you’re fine, how about you do this: run a little slower for me.” Shaking his head, he tries another tactic, “Juliette, how about you don’t kill yourself on the run. I have some ideas of how we can spend the rest o
f the day, and you bonking on a run doesn’t fit in.”

  The voice of reason prevails as I choose a more gradual route that winds us around the park and up the mountain. We find a nice pace that won’t burn me out before we get back. Rancho has a lot of single track paths; Nate always makes me go ahead. We walk the last half mile as we shake out our legs.

  On the way back, Nate turns on the radio to listen to the football game. I’ve never dated a guy who followed sports. Stephan followed the British Rugby league, but those games were usually early in our morning, and no one but his friends back in England cared about them. When I was in England, the rugby season was just getting underway when our relationship crashed. Anyway, Stephan considered rugby to be one of his guy things, he never included me.

  Chapter 20 – Watching Football

  Back at my place, Nate turns on the game as we put together lunch from the food we bought at the farmers market. In the kitchen, he comes up to me from behind, wraps his arms around me, and kisses the soft spot between my shoulder and neck as he says, “let’s take a shower at halftime.”

  Goose bumps run down my back.

  We sit on the rug using the ottoman as our table. A towel works as our table cloth. At one of the million stops in play, they flash on Cassie, along with some of the other girl friends. We both laugh and cheer. Cassie takes full advantage of her screen time.

  Nate shakes his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever met two people who are as polar opposite as you and Cassie.”

  “Yeah, but our friendship works.”

  Knocking me with his elbow, he says, “Until she started flirting and strutting around this morning. “

  Flashing him a look doesn’t’ stop him from elaborating.

  “Juliette, I wasn’t born yesterday. She heard us in the kitchen; she came strutting out wearing almost nothing, and acting all flirty. Come on, when a guy isn’t around she doesn’t dress and act like that.”

  I nod.

  Rubbing his finger down my cheek, in a soft voice, he says, “You weren’t very happy with her behavior. I didn’t miss that either.” Then he nuzzles up. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t fuck her with his dick.” he says as he points to some random guy on TV.

  True to his word, at halftime Nate grabs my hand and helps me up. “Come on, we have fifteen minutes to get clean.”

  “How come I feel like clean is not the goal of this exercise.”

  When we enter the bathroom, I laugh, “I take it you just want a quickie?”

  Nate leans on the sink as I start stripping. He looks me up and down and says. “On second thought, why don’t we just take a quick shower then have some slow sex after the game. It will give us a chance to build up an appetite for dinner.”

  Our joint shower includes us washing each other. Nate must be saving it up for after the game. When he hands me the towel, he says, “I have one request, that you wear the red T-shirt you wore at the game.”

  “But that’s a short sleeved top. I wore it last month when the temperatures were in the seventies.”

  “I’ll turn the thermostat up.”

  Rolling my eyes, I cave. “OK.” As I head back to my room, I put on yoga pants, and dive into my summer clothing to find that shirt. When I get back to the living room the game is back on, but Nate only has eyes for me. He pulls me onto his lap so my legs are straddling his hips, his hands immediately are on my breasts.

  “I thought you wanted to wait until after the game?”

  “This shirt is hot.” He says as he starts kissing and licking me from my ear down to my cleavage. Taking a break from kissing and licking me, he says, “Or should I say, you’re hot in this shirt.” He then smashes my breasts together and buries his nose in my cleavage.

  Giggling from his touch, “What is it with this T-shirt?”

  Nate lifts his head and smashes his mouth into mine, kissing me deeply.

  Pulling away, we lean our foreheads together as he says, “I just couldn’t get you out of my head after I saw you on TV last month. All my fantasies had you wearing this T-shirt.”

  Laughing, I mention, “You’re missing the game.”

  “Yeah, well I’ve never followed these teams, but this shirt. Take off your bra and let me see you braless in the shirt.”

  Scrunching my nose up, I ask. “Really?”

  Pulling the shirt off of me, he undoes my bra, throws my bra on the ground, then he grinds his face in my chest as each hand palms my breasts. I’m still laughing as he pulls away and hands me the T-shirt. Getting off his lap, I pick up the shirt, put it back on, bra-less this time, and head into my room to get my computer. Entering back into the living room, I set my computer up on the opposite side of the ottoman from him. With a coy expression, I say, “I’m checking e-mail, you can look, but I decided you can’t touch till after the game is over.” Interlacing my fingers and stretching my arms over my head, I can see him looking at me with a hungry expression.

  “This is going to be a long fourth quarter.” he says staring at my chest.

  “In the bathroom you were the one who was into delayed gratification.”

  “Just looking at you in that shirt makes my mind conjure up some really wild things we can do.”

  Looking up from checking my e-mail and project information, I smile as I point at him. “Keep fantasizing over there, buddy.”

  Chapter 21 – Booty Call

  Monday morning’s alarm rings way too early. As I roll over, Nate says, “I don’t think we have time for any sex this morning. And I have to work until eight p.m. every day this week.” As I pull on my swimsuit, he lays in bed watching me. “I don’t want to wait till Friday to see you again. Can you work in a late dinner?”

  I shake my head, “Saturday you said you would be done at two but actually showed up at four. I think you’re being way too optimistic to think you can make dinner. Why don’t we just plan on a mid-week booty call?”

  He just stares at me. “You’re cool with a booty call?”

  I shrug, “If all I get is a booty call, no, not at all. If you show up drunk at midnight, you’re going to get a door slammed in your face. But we spent the entire weekend together. We’re both busy. Hopefully, we’ll spend next weekend together. If we want to see each other during the work week, we’ll need to be happy with a late night booty call. Right?”

  “You’re way too logical. When does crazy come out?”

  “Oh, jumping out of the car and yelling at the woman wasn’t crazy enough for you?”

  “A guy would do something like that. When do you get all emotionally crazy?”

  “Remember this conversation the day before my period. Except if you call me emotionally crazy then, I’ll probably cut off your balls.”

  As I come back from the bathroom to say goodbye, Nate is getting dressed. We kiss, lips only. He saves my face from whisker burn.

  Picking up his bag, he follows me to the garage. Kissing me again, he strokes my face, “This was a very good weekend.” Then he gives me a secret smile, “more than a very good weekend.” He stares at me then regains his trail of thought, “I’ll text you and we can figure out when I get my booty call.”

  “It’s my booty call, Nate.” I say with a grin, as I watch him walk to his car.

  Chapter 22 – Back to Work

  Zach is not at swimming and he hasn’t texted or e-mailed. I think about what Amanda said about those guys having a one track mind. Unfortunately, Zach’s one track is work and not me.

  Heading into the office, Friday feels like a long time ago. As I sit in front of my computer, I keep having flashbacks of all the amazing sex Nate and I had over the weekend. It’s hard for me to concentrate on work.

  When I check texts on my mid-morning stretch around the building,

  Nate: I wish I made you late for swimming.

  Juliette: I think you just gave me an instant orgasm.

  Actually, I’m thinking I need a couple days off. I remember Kelly once telling me after one of her wild sex weekends. “My h
oo-hah is so sore and swollen it needs a vacation.” Now I can relate.

  As I head back to my desk, Buddy greets me with a very energetic crotch sniff. She must smell how raw I am. The guys ask me, again, about Luke. Not having the guts to tell them Cassie’s line that “he’s fine since he can still keep it up,” I just roll my eyes, shake my head, and start laughing. Then I get embarrassed because I flash to Cassie screaming Saturday night, and, finally, my mind lands on Nate and me listening to them while having sex.

  When I get Hita’s lunch IM, I feel excited; I’m looking forward to my lunch table friends.

  On the way down to the cafeteria, I check messages.

  Nate: Tuesday or Thursday work for you?

  I was wondering if the texts would stop once he showed up in town. Now I’m getting two in one day as I then wonder what he’s doing Monday and Wednesday. Will my hoo-hah be ready for sex by tomorrow night?

  Juliette: Either night works for me- I’m looking forward to your moves.

  After getting my food, I’m the last to sit down at the table. The other women are all busy talking about gifts they need to get, and what they plan to wear to the company party. Having nothing dressy in my closet, I send a quick text to my mom, asking her if I can come over and look at her dresses for our company’s holiday party.

  Hita fills us in on her exciting new love life. It sounds like they spent the weekend together at a gaming convention. Megan regales us with stories about partying in San Francisco.

  After listing to another one of Megan’s drink, hit an after-hours party, hook-up weekend story Caroline asks, “Megan, are you going to bring a guy to the Christmas party?

  “I probably should bring a socially acceptable guy, so I’m not that sure.”

  “What, the guys you go out with aren’t acceptable enough to bring to a work party?” Hita asks.

  “The guys I go with aren’t acceptable to bring anywhere. I like my men tatted up and wild. I don’t think it will be a good career move if I bring a guy who gets drunk then throws 3CP0 at some storm troopers.”