by Sienna Hart
I opened my eyes and looked around. He was sitting at my kitchen table, reading a newspaper and sipping a coffee. I scowled and turned toward the window. Maybe he would go away. I heard the rustle of the paper and his footsteps as they got closer to my bed.
“Elise, sit up.” I furrowed my eyebrows and opened my eyes staring at a small speck on the wall. “I’m through playing your games.”
I sat up quickly and looked at him.
“My games? What games?”
He smiled his brilliant grin, and that was when I realized what initially attracted me to him. His clean cut appearance, his tailored suits, his confidence, and way he knew how to act and react to people—he was so slick and intoxicating. I fought the stir of emotion inside as I looked at him. I crossed my arms and cocked my head. He handed me a cup of warm coffee.
“I deserve another chance, don’t I?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
He looked at me like a father scolding his daughter. It made me melt a little, but I tried to hide it. I didn’t want him thinking he had the upper hand in . . . whatever this was.
“I have to go to the office. I’ll be in meetings most of the day. I will be back here at seven this evening. Be ready for dinner, nothing fancy.”
“You’re awfully demanding. What happened to the man asking the woman if she was even still interested?” I felt the warmth of the coffee seep through the cup and into my hands as I sipped it.
“Why would I waste my time asking questions that I already know the answers to? Sounds counterproductive, doesn’t it?”
“Wait . . . what?”
He smiled again, sitting down and taking my coffee from me. He set it on the floor and took my hand. He raised it up to his mouth and kissed my little finger.
“I know you are interested in me Elise.” He kissed another fingertip. “And I know with a little time and effort . . . I will get what I want.” His mouth opened and the tip of his tongue licked the tip of my middle finger. I was finding it hard to concentrate on being angry. “Your mind is clouded with a few bad incidents that got in the way. They will clear soon enough.” He kissed my forefinger and slid it into his mouth. As he slid it very slowly back out of his mouth, he smiled. I realized my mouth was hanging open and I was staring at his lips.
I snapped back to reality and sat up straight yanking my hand from his. He stood up and walked to my door, turning around just before he opened it.
“I will pick you up at seven.”
Before I had time to argue, approve, or even realize what just happened, my door closed and he was gone.
All morning, I kept arguing in my head on what to do. I didn’t like the fact that he was going to tell me what I wanted. And how dare he just assume I would have dinner with him? He was not the type of man I wanted in my life and I was not going to let him control me.
“I won’t even be here.” I smiled, looking at my reflection in the mirror. “I will call the girls and have dinner with them instead. He needs to learn he can’t just assume he can have me whenever he wants.”
I called each of the girls and oddly none of them answered. I scoffed and finished my coffee before climbing into the shower.
I used the rest of my morning and part of the afternoon going through my emails, coordinating with Master Enterprises and setting up my work schedule for the rest of the week.
The whole time I couldn’t help but think about Michael. I was angry at the way he tried to handle things, but oddly aroused by it at the same time. No matter how hard I tried to shake it I just couldn’t. It was reaching close to six o’clock so I collected my things and figured if I couldn’t meet up with the girls I’d at least take a walk. Maybe I’d go to the hotel suite that Master Enterprises had reserved for me and check it out.
I closed my door and walked the hallway, feeling confident that I was still in control of my own life. As I walked out the front door of the building, I saw a black Lincoln Town car sitting out front. I stopped and a twinge grabbed hold of me. I could feel my heart beating harder as I slowly walked down the steps.
The black tinted window slid down, and I waited. No one appeared in the window, and the sun was disappearing, so it was getting hard to see. Maybe it was nothing; maybe I was letting my mind play tricks on me. It could be anyone’s car. They made more than one black Lincoln. Just as I reached the sidewalk and turned to go down the street, Michael leaned forward.
I stopped again and just looked at him.
“How did I know you’d try to avoid me?”
I swallowed the dry air and cleared my throat.
“I guess you just know me too well.” I started walking.
I heard his car door open. Before I had time to react, I felt him grab a hold of me, swing me around, and wrap his arms around me tightly. He leaned down and stopped two inches from my face, only long enough to lock onto my eyes, before covering my lips with his. I didn’t try to fight him off.
His hands slid up my back, and he leaned in to me. His kiss got hungrier, and I felt the adrenaline rush through me. I slid my arms around him, and as I did, I could feel him relax his body into mine.
He didn’t say a word. He only took my hand and led me to his car. Everything in my mind was changing. I wasn’t angry at him any longer. I didn’t want to fight the feelings I had. I wanted him to love me, so I followed him.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I climbed in and slid along the seat to let him in. I looked up, and across from me sat Mr. Masters. “Hello again. What a pleasant surprise.” I smiled awkwardly. “I wasn’t aware this was a business dinner.”
Michael slid in beside me and handed me a glass of wine that I immediate took a sip from.
“It is a little of both.” Michael said. “A little business mixed with a little pleasure.” He held up his glass and smiled. “To start the relationship off right.”
Mr. Masters clinked glasses, and I quickly raised mine to do the same, but they were already sipping. Feeling quite awkward all of a sudden, I took a good, long drink of mine just as Michael took it from my hand.
“We will be dining at Il Buco. It’s a small Italian restaurant deep in the Nolita district. It’s a favourite of mine, and I am hoping you will fall in love with it as well.” He stroked my chin and smiled.
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” I said, still trying to figure out why he was controlling everything I did.
“It is a bit of a drive but I think we will all be quite entertained during our trip.” He nodded at Mr. Masters, and he slid off his seat and sat next to me. I was confused at first until he put his hand on my knee.
Chapter 7
“Mr. Masters?” I looked at him.
“Elise, I think it’s about time you start calling me James.” He leaned down and started kissing my neck.
My jaw dropped, and I began to realize what was happening. I was beginning to realize what Isabel was always telling me, that it was never just my looks and talent that would get me to the top. I looked at Michael as I felt James’ hand slide up my leg. He was pleased as he watched James feel me up.
“I can’t . . . I can’t do this.” I pushed his hand off my leg and got up to sit across from them. I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back to the seat. James moved to the other seat and sat there watching me, obviously annoyed that I wasn’t cooperating. Michael grabbed a hold of my hair and turned my face to look at him. He was no longer pleased.
“Elise. I realize you may feel that you are in a position that you think you need to change. Let me just remind you who got you this far . . .” He kissed me. “. . . And who will continue to get you further.” He turned my head toward James. “If you decide to change this now, I’m afraid Master Enterprises could drop you and completely forget you ever existed. Your career would be over faster than it started, and where would that leave you? I believe you owe your success to me and now to James. You should apologize and invite him to come sit with us again. Don’t you think?”
My stomach f
elt nervous, and I was angry for what Michael was trying to make me do. I knew I had the power to stop it, but this would also end everything I worked so hard at getting. I lowered my head and took a breath.
“I’m . . . sorry, James.” I pressed my lips together and hesitated. “Please join me?” I slid over toward Michael until I felt his body against mine. I also felt a flame begin within me, a flame much like the one in the alleyway with those thugs from a few weeks ago. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would go away, but it only burned hotter. I felt James put his hands on my knees and slide them slowly up underneath my skirt as Michael buried his hands in my hair.
The butterflies in my stomach burned away, and the fire grew. I was sandwiched in between two very good-looking men, wondering why I was even trying to fight this. It felt good, and it would get me further in my career. I leaned my head back on Michael’s shoulder and let the two men touch me where they wanted to. Their mouths explored and their fingers penetrated, and I got more and more aroused.
My panties slid down my legs by a hand or two. As I straddled James I looked back through the glass that separated us from the driver. I wondered if he knew about the adventures that happened in the back seat of this big Lincoln town car. I wondered if the driver knew the kinds of people he drove from place to place. Even though the glass was tinted dark enough to only see a couple of strangers getting ready to fuck, the thought of the driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror got me hotter and turned my thoughts to sexual desires. My body needed to do this, and there was no turning back.
I turned back to face James as I felt him slide into me. He was big and forceful and knew how to take me. Michael moved to the opposite seat and watched as we fucked. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined him stroking himself as he watched the muscles tense in our bodies as we moved together. Each time I tried to turn to look, James would jerk my head back. He liked watching my face as he dominated me.
I felt the car turn a corner, and as it did, Michael’s hands were on me. He reached around and cupped my breasts, his bare chest against my back. I leaned my head back and let out a moan. He pushed me forward and kissed my neck. I nuzzled my face into James’ neck and felt small kisses from the top of my neck down my spine, to the top of my ass.
James sunk his fingers into my sides, and I could feel his body tighten. His head drew forward and he grunted before breathing hard and deep.
Michael slid back up on the seat and pulled at my arm. He smiled as I slid off from James’ lap. I turned around, still aroused and ready for anything. He pulled me toward him and kissed my lips. His hands buried themselves into my hair and he bit my lip. I pulled back and looked at him to see him smirk. He pushed my head down even though I tried fighting it. He pushed my face into his crotch and then let go. I knew what he was asking of me, and I wanted to please him. He was already unzipped so I pulled him out of his pants and slowly slid him into my mouth. The warmth spread through me further as I felt James’ fingers inside me. My body was an inferno, and I was realizing the further things went, the more I wanted.
Before I had brought Michael to orgasm, I felt James slide inside me again. He fucked me again, and like a picture perfect ending, we all came together just as the car came to a stop in front of the little Italian restaurant.
Somehow, the turn of events changed me. I wasn’t so nervous to try new things, and I wasn’t so afraid to explore the world around me.
The restaurant was quaint, and as soon as I saw it I knew I’d love it. We entered, and the aromas were breathtaking. The place was full of big Italian families eating together and talking loudly, hands waving in the air, and small black-haired children running around. The atmosphere made me smile.
The maître d' didn’t seat us when he greeted us. He merely nodded at Michael and disappeared into the kitchen. I was curious, but didn’t dwell on it.
Michael turned toward me and kissed me with a smile. I turned to look for James, and he was gone. Before I could ask, Michael spoke up.
“He had some business to tend to.” I was confused, but didn’t ask.
“Come with me.” He led me into the kitchen and I stopped him.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, pulling him back.
“Trust me.” He led me through the kitchen and picked up a picnic basket resting on the counter.
I followed him through the kitchen and looked around. There were no doors, or exits, no tables or chairs. There was just a window and I was beginning to wonder what he was even doing.
He handed me the basket, opened the window and climbed out.
“Michael!”
He leaned back in quickly, grabbed the basket, and smiled before disappearing. I stood there a moment before poking my head out the window. It led to a metal stair case up the side of the building. I looked up and saw him disappear up onto the rooftop. The street lights illuminated the cold metal, and I could see the outline of where I needed to go.
I followed the stairs to the top and when I climbed over the ledge Michael had a blanket laid out on the roof top.
“Michael?”
He walked over to me and cupped my neck. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard.
“I want you in my life, Elise.”
“As what?”
“My lover, my girlfriend, my . . .”
“Your plaything?” I was trying not to be angry. What happened in the car was unbelievable, but I couldn’t understand how just after something so un-intimate could trigger something so intimate in him. He looked deep into my eyes, and I could feel his energy. His fingers dove into my hair, and he pulled me closer to him.
“You’re my muse. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His fingers cascaded along my jaw line, and his kiss was sweet as he lingered on my lips. “I think I’m in love with you.” He squeezed his eyes closed and then opened them quickly. I could tell he regretted saying too much, but I appeased the situation by kissing him back as sweetly as he kissed me. “Our relationship will be nothing ordinary or common, but whatever it is, I want it to be with you.”
He reached into his pocket and handed me a small box.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to give you this. Never thought it would be the right time.”
He stepped back and I slowly opened the box. A gorgeous sapphire ring sat nestled in the cotton of the box. I pulled it free and marveled in its beauty.
“If you wear this, you are mine and mine alone.”
“But what about what just happened?”
“I control all situations.” I stepped back and lowered the box. “You can fight it all you want, but you know this is what you want. It’s what you need. Tell me I’m lying and I’ll walk away right now.”
I hesitated and looked at him for a long time. I couldn’t deny it. Before Michael, I felt lost, but to be dedicated to him? I looked down at the little box and pulled the ring from it. I looked out past the ledge and looked back at him as his jaw tightened.
I slipped the ring on my finger and dropped the box. He walked quickly up to me, pulled me in, and kissed me deeply. We sat on the blanket underneath the stars and New York lights for most of that night. I finally knew where I knew I was supposed to be.
The End
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Author’s Note
I hope you enjoyed reading the New York Nights series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Whether or not you did, please leave a review to help other readers decide on this book!
Also by Sienna Hart
Lost and Found: Desperate Secrets (Book 1)
Between Two Fires: Desperate Secrets (Book 2)
A Lover’s Revenge: Desperate Secrets (Book 3)
New York Nights: The Complete Series (Books 1-4)
A Viral Vixen: New York Nights (Book 1)
Model of Fame: New York Nights (Book 2)
Rocked Off Her Feet: New York Nights (Book 3)
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Anything For Success: New York Nights (Book 4)
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Sienna Hart is an emerging romantic suspense and erotic romance author.
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