The Sexy Series: The COMPLETE SERIES Box Set

by Z. L. Arkadie

  “He doesn’t have time to wait for you, Nolan,” Kelsey says.

  She’s so snippy—beautiful but snippy.

  “I’ll walk you to the lobby,” he says to me.

  I think he’s perfected the art of ignoring her. I put my hand on his chest. Touching him feels so good. “No, go see to your father. I can find my way out.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “Nolan?” Kelsey snaps.

  He holds up a hand, gesturing her to stop. I feel as if we should kiss, but we’re both aware that we shouldn’t do it in front of present company.

  “I’ll call you soon,” Nolan says then walks to the door.

  Kelsey glares at me as though she’s starting a war between us. I break eye contact by looking at my boots, and I don’t look up until they’re gone.

  Leaving the hospital feels so good. I hate hospitals. I spent months in the hospital, watching my grandfather then my grandmother die. The ICU is the worst part.

  I get lost in the maze of hallways. I was so excited about being next to Nolan that I didn’t pay attention to how we arrived at the ICU. I finally find an elevator and hit the down button. The door slides open after a short wait.

  I’m taken aback by who I see. “Misty?”

  For a brief moment, she looks at me like the cat that just swallowed the canary, but Misty has always been quick. She puts on a fake smile. “Abby?”

  “What are you doing here?” I say.

  “I have an appointment.”

  “Oh,” I say.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks.

  “Nolan asked me to come with him.”

  “He did?”

  I can hear what she’s insinuating in her tone. “We had a lot of work to do. Now he’s going to stay. So he called me a cab. That’s all.”

  One of her eyes narrows. I notice she does that when she disapproves of something. “Right…” She checks her watch. “I have to go.”

  I flinch, taken aback. I’m shocked she isn’t finding some passive-aggressive way to scold me for being here with Nolan.

  “See you tomorrow,” she says and takes off down the hallway.

  I watch her curiously. Something about our brief encounter seems off. Regardless, I push the down button again, and when the elevator opens, I get in.

  The cab is waiting for me at the main entrance. The driver drops me off at the office, and I get back to work. By the time I’m ready to call it a day, I still haven’t heard from Nolan.

  I make it home, strip out of my clothes, and put on my pajamas and a T-shirt. After making and eating basil and tomato pasta for dinner, I still haven’t heard from Nolan. I figure that I shouldn’t take it personally. He’s under a lot of stress. I watch a little TV and go to bed.

  I pass through Tuesday and Wednesday without seeing hide or hair of Nolan. On Thursday morning, I finally receive an email from him. He wants me to take over a meeting he’s scheduled with Chef Clark. He leaves detailed instructions of what’s to be accomplished. It’s all fairly straightforward. Our company wants to buy and franchise Chef Clark’s restaurants, and the chef’s lawyers need a provision added to the documents. At noon, I meet with the chef by videoconference, and our conversation is short, sweet, and successful.

  Misty walks past my desk, carrying a stack of files. For some reason, seeing her puts curious thoughts into my head. As long as I’ve worked with her, I’ve never seen Misty cart around that many files at once. It makes me wonder, are the acquisitions and deeds files back in the basement? It’s still strange that they were moved without my knowledge. I don’t consult paper copies anymore, but nobody knows that but Liza, Nolan, and myself. No one accesses the information in those files more than I do. I should’ve been sent an email, a memo, or something.

  Misty said that a storage company carted them out of here. It couldn’t have been during regular business hours or Kristin, the receptionist, would’ve called me.

  “Kristin…” I say as I think.

  Misty always uses Kristin to do her personal stuff. I shoot out of my seat and head to the main lobby. Tony, one of the realtors, is at Kristin’s desk, flirting with her.

  “Hi, Tony, Kristin,” I say, interrupting them.

  At first she looks at me as if I’m a bother, but then she perks up. “Hi, Abby.”

  Tony says hi too.

  “Listen, I have a question for you.” I look at Tony with a look that asks him to give us some privacy. Thank goodness he takes the hint.

  Tony pats the top of the booth Kristin sits behind. “Talk to you later.” He looks at me. “Bye, Abby.”

  I wave at him. “Good-bye.”

  Kristin raises her eyebrows as if to say, what is it?

  “Have you given Misty any names of storage companies in the last few months or so?”

  She ruffles her eyebrows. “I don’t think so, no.” It appears as if she’s still thinking.

  “What is it?” I ask, hoping she’ll give me key information about why those files were taken out of here.

  “She gave me a key to the basement and asked me to leave it in my top drawer. The thing is, I remember the key. It had a small L etched on it. You could barely see it, but…”

  “It was Liza’s key!” I say.

  “Yes, it was. I remembered that you sometimes put Ls on Liza’s keys so you wouldn’t get them all mixed.”

  My smile feels as big as the sun. “That’s right, I did. Did she say why she needed you to leave the key in the drawer?”

  “Only that someone would be here on the weekend for it.”

  “Do you remember which weekend?”

  “Sure!” Kristin gives me the date.

  I thank her for the information. “One more thing…”

  “What is it?” Now that we’ve developed a rapport, she seems ready to flood me with all that I need to know.

  “Do you still have that key?”

  She opens her desk. “It’s right here. Misty never picked it up.”

  I ask her could I have the key, and she gives it to me. I have one more thing to do before I draw my conclusion. When I get back to my desk, I call Liza. I use my cell phone, and she picks up right away.

  “Hi, Abigail. It’s been a while!”

  I tell her how well she sounds and promise to stop by to see the baby as soon as I can. I also tell her that I heard about her father and hope that he recovers soon. She asks me how everything is working out with Nolan.

  “Fine,” I say.

  “Good. I knew you would get along with him. You get along with everyone.”

  “Ah, how sweet,” I say. “Hey, I have a question for you.”

  “Sure.”

  “I didn’t receive your key to the basement. Do you know what happened to it?”

  “I put it in the box,” she says without hesitation.

  “No, it’s not in there.”

  “I’m sure I put in there. When I gave the box to John—”

  “You gave the box to John?” I ask.

  “Yeah, why?”

  I don’t want to tell her that I think her husband and Misty conspired to move files out of the office. The question is why? “No reason. I’ll just look through the box again. Maybe I missed something.”

  “Okay.”

  She goes on for another ten minutes about the joys of motherhood and how much she loves her new baby. I listen with grace. I can’t wait to tell Nolan what I’ve discovered.

  12

  I, along with the Christmas party committee, spent all day preparing for tonight’s soiree. I took a break to call Nolan twice, but both times, my call went straight to voicemail. Why didn’t I leave a message? Maybe because I took personally the fact that he didn’t answer. Regardless, by six o’clock, the top-floor grand conference was set up, catering had started preparing the food, and the band had arrived. So I drove home, showered, and changed, and now I’m back, wishing I were walking into the party hand-in-hand with Nolan. I’m not even sure he
’s going to show up. Nevertheless, Christmas is in the air, and everybody seems to feel it.

  My outfit looks great too. My brand-new red sateen skinny pants fit my ass perfectly. My white blouse accentuates my breasts without being too revealing, and I’m wearing green suede ankle boots. Red, green, and white—what a way to say Merry Christmas!

  I pass the bar where my co-workers are already getting wasted. Thank goodness we thought to get a number of designated drivers lined up ahead of time.

  Among the familiar faces, I see many faces that aren’t. I pass a larger group from one of the other local offices. I stop to say hello and thank them for coming. They tell me how nicely decorated the space is, how good the food is, and how great the band sounds. When the pleasantries are over, I duck out of the circle and continue crossing the room. I’m searching through the sea of faces, looking for what, I don’t know. Perhaps I’m looking for Nolan, but instead, I see a not-so-bad-looking guy checking me out.

  My attention turns toward the window. I see the spot in the parking lot where Nolan and I had our little fun, and I smile. I can also make out the reflection of that guy who was checking me out, and he’s rapidly approaching me. The thought of having to amuse some good-looking man, when the only good-looking man I want to amuse is Nolan Patrick, makes me tense. I rub the back of my neck.

  “Long day?” the good-looking guy says.

  I turn to meet him. “Long month.”

  “Yeah, this time of year, they can get to be that way. I’m Lance,” he says.

  “I’m Abby,” I say entirely out of courtesy.

  He extends his hand. “Hi, Abby.”

  I shake his hand, smiling. He’s clearly charmed me. “Hi, Lance.”

  “Nice boots,” he says.

  I look at my feet. “Oh, thanks.”

  “So you work out of this office?” he asks.

  “I do. And which office do you work out of?”

  “I'm in the Normandale suite.”

  My eyes scan of the room. “Oh, I've heard it's nice over there.”

  “Yeah, we have a lot of fun.”

  I nod. I feel myself becoming uninterested in this conversation, so I work like crazy to change that. The first thing I do is smile.

  He smiles too. “So what do you do over here?”

  “I’m an executive assistant.”

  “Oh.” He tries to sound impressed, but it doesn’t work. “Who do you assist?”

  “Nolan Patrick.”

  “Oh.” Now he does sound impressed.

  “Yeah,” I say, trying to keep the conversation going. “He’s a nice guy. Good boss.”

  Lance nods. “He’s a good guy and the sharpest crayon in the box.” I chuckle, and he stares deeply into my eyes. “Why don't we grab a drink sometime?”

  I exhale heavily as I scan my feelings to determine exactly how I want to reject Lance. By chance, I turn my head to the right, and lo and behold, I lock eyes with none other than Nolan Patrick.

  13

  Nolan’s face brightens almost simultaneously with mine.

  “Abby,” Nolan mouths.

  I look at Lance, who is still making an effort to court my attention. “Excuse me,” I say and my eyes shift from his face to find Nolan.

  I begin making my way through the crowds of partygoers. Nolan nods toward the exit. My eyebrows rise. He smiles and moves in the direction where he just pointed. My eyes remain affixed on his back. My pulse is racing with excitement as I follow him out into the hallway and down the stairs. I lose sight of him for a second, but when I make it outside, I see him. Nolan glances back at me as he walks along the side of the building. He increases his pace until he finds a spot far enough from people that we won’t be heard.

  He stops, leans against the wall, and I stop right next to him. We’re both looking at the building next to ours. The sexual tension between us could be extracted from the air.

  Nolan’s right hand touches my left hand. “Hello, Abby,” he says, still looking forward.

  I exhale. “Hi, Nolan.” I also keep looking forward.

  His blue eyes are beaming. “You look spectacular.”

  He's draped in his full-length dress coat, left unbuttoned and revealing his suit. His neck is partially concealed by his silk scarf. His dark-brown gloves match his shoes.

  “You too,” I say.

  Nolan turns, his chest now just an inch from my nose. He shifts his weight, moving his pelvis closer to mine. I can feel his bulge. He lifts my left hand above my head and firmly pins my wrist to the wall. His lips delicately graze mine.

  He inhales. “You smell so fucking good.”

  My lips are against his face, and I’m dazed. “Fucking good?”

  “Fucking good.” He moves closer, his mouth now just below my ear.

  His other hand takes a firm squeeze of my crotch. My spine tingles. His mouth wraps around my ear while he rubs my pussy more intensely. I’m floating in the sea of ecstasy until my body feels a disconnect.

  Nolan jumps back. “Abby.”

  My face falls. Shit. I hope he’s not growing a conscience again.

  He steps closer and looks in my eyes. “I want this. I want you so fucking bad.”

  I gulp, frowning and confused. “You do?”

  He’s breathing heavily. “I do.”

  I gently bang his chest with my fist. “Then why did you stop?”

  “Because I want you in my bed.”

  I part my lips. “Then take me.”

  We’ve been driving for over thirty minutes. The blinker on Nolan’s SUV signals left, and I follow him down a long drive. He soon comes to a stop in front of a quaint little cabin. Snow drapes the trees. I can see a few faint lights through the foliage on each side of the lot. All told, I feel as if I were just transported to the middle of an Alaskan hideaway. My body warms in anticipation of waking up next to Nolan in this winter wonderland.

  I open my door, and Nolan is already out of his car and headed in my direction.

  “You need me to carry anything?” he asks.

  I stuff my shaking hands into my coat pockets. “Nope, I’m fine.”

  He nods. “All right then, after you.”

  Nolan follows me up the steps to the front door. He lets us in and turns on a couple of lights. He wastes no time pouring two glasses of wine.

  “Let me take you around the place,” he says while handing me a glass.

  I inhale the red and some of Nolan’s scent. He takes my hand and walks me to the living area, where there are large floor-to-ceiling windows. We’re trapped in a moment of nervous silence as we look out over a bed of snow glistening beneath the moon.

  Nolan nods toward the snow. “That’s a lake.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I say, trying not to sound so nervous.

  He takes the glass from my hand. “Yes,” he says breathlessly and sets our wine glasses on the coffee table.

  My heart is pounding like thunder. Nolan undoes my blouse and turns me around. I can’t keep myself from shivering as his hands move from my shoulders down my arms, across the front of my belly, and into the front of my pants. I gasp. My clit has swollen in anticipation. Nolan’s finger penetrates my wet vagina. I moan.

  Nolan puts his mouth to my ear. “Your pussy is so ready to fuck.”

  All of a sudden, my feet swing from the floor. Nolan has picked me up and is carrying me to the room next to us. He drops me onto the bed. Within an instant, my pants are off and his face is buried in my vagina.

  “God,” I say when his tongue hits my clit. “Ah.”

  I can’t control myself as he strokes it over and over again. My breaths are heavy while thoughts come back into my mind about him being my boss. At this point, I don’t care. I whimper as my pussy pulsates.

  I grab him by the collar. “I want you inside me. Now.”

  Nolan hurries up and takes off his shirt. Then he unbuttons and unzips his pants. One thick, long dick stands up as he steps out of his pants, spreads my legs, and slides the tip of his
erect penis right into my pussy.

  “God, Abby, you’re dripping.”

  His thrusts mount the walls of my vagina, striking all my nerves. My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen. Nolan’s cock feels good. His thrusts bring us both closer to climax. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck. Our breaths are in sync, both of us panting deeply. My pussy quivers, and I scream.

  Nolan puts my ankles in the air, and his penis is striking new angles of my vagina. He’s manhandling me like a stud, and my moans are out of control. What started as interludes of romantic thought have turned into the greatest fuck of my life. Nolan grunts and quakes as he explodes, leaving a mess upon my belly.

  I exhale as he falls alongside me.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he says, out of breath.

  “That was,” I say with a sigh.

  We lie in silence for a while. Nolan gets up, grabs a towel, and wipes my belly.

  “Thank you,” I say once I’m all cleaned.

  He throws the towel on the floor, lies down on the bed, and pulls me on top of him. I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck. I sigh. I’m in heaven. I think I’m falling in love.

  I awake to the sun ascending over the crisp snow-covered lake. The light sparkles off the ice like thousands of little diamonds scattered across white fluff. I turn to my right and reach for Nolan, only to find an empty, cold nest of sheets. I sit up, stretch my arms to yawn, and catch sight of Nolan’s shirt draped over the chair in the corner of the room. So last night was not the best dream I ever had—it was real. Nolan Patrick made my body feel sensations that I never thought possible.

  I go to the chair and slip my arms through the sleeves of Nolan’s shirt. The crisp material smells freshly laundered. I make my way back to the main living area and catch Nolan standing in front of a large window, facing the lake.

  He turns to me and grins as he takes me in. “You look good in my shirt.”

  I twist my body daintily. “Thank you.”

  He winks. “How’d you sleep?”

  I go stand next to him. “Good.”

  We both admire the view, and I’m feeling surprisingly comfortable in Nolan’s presence. I place my elbow onto Nolan’s shoulder and lean into him. “So what are we doing today?” I ask.