Xoxo,
Carol
I search Carol’s closet, and lo and behold, my clothes are there. I grab my pencil skirt and white blouse out from the plastic wrapping. After putting away all my work clothes, I decide it’s time to venture out and do some more exploring. It doesn’t take me long to find the closest bookstore. It’s called Books N’ Nooks. I’m not sure if it’s a play on words because of the e-reader, or if it really offers a place for seclusion, but I venture inside anyway.
An hour later, I feel my cellphone vibrate against my palm. I stare down at the text message on my phone.
580-3000: Are you really ignoring me?
He definitely must be mad at me for the Demure incident if he’s still trying to get ahold of me. It’s so hard to read emotion through text.
580-3000: ;)
Wait, did he seriously just use a winky face? This is weird.
580-3000: Gellar, you can’t ignore me forever.
Maybe I can. I sigh at the reality that there’s no way in hell Monday is going to be a normal day.
580-3000: Gellar…
580-3000: Meet me at the coffee shop across from the bookstore in two minutes.
Wait. What the fuck? How does he know I’m at a bookstore?
After debating over several hours of whether I should show up at Rebecca’s apartment or not, I decide that if I did, it would probably be pushing it. I’ve called her at least three times today and I know she hasn’t changed her number or Striker would’ve told me. Even my text messages have gone ignored. I feel this unrelenting need to talk to her. I don’t even really know what I want to say, but I need to see her.
I text her again and tell her to meet me at the coffee shop across from Books N’ Nooks. I know she’s inside the store. I was on my way to meet Tristan for lunch when Striker called to let me know he spotted her at a store.
As I take a seat beside an open window, a voice breaks my thoughts. “Can I get you something to drink?” It’s the waitress for my table. I look up at her for a moment studying her face. She looks about Emily’s age, but by the way she’s thrusting her tits in my face, I know she’s not as innocent.
“No, thank you. I’m waiting for someone,” I say, waving her away. She pouts and then leaves me to wait. I look down at my phone hoping there’s a text from Rebecca, but there’s nothing. Where the hell is she? I peer through the window and search the crowded street for her. It shouldn’t be that hard to spot that fiery hair.
I’m just about to get up and walk over to the bookstore when I spot her. She’s moving fast down the street in the opposite direction she’s supposed to be going. Damn it, Gellar. My cock stirs. It seems she won’t be so hard to catch.
My phone pings. It’s a text from Striker.
Striker: Looks like she got away.
I can practically hear him laughing at me through the phone. No fucking kidding. Note to self: decrease Striker’s salary when I inherit StoneHaven Publishing.
After finding myself sitting alone in the coffee shop, I decided to meet Tristan for a late dinner. I needed to go to the gym to let off some steam, or rather so I wouldn’t go ape shit over Rebecca blowing me off. God, I wish she would blow me.
“Nick, if you’re going to continue with this grumpy attitude, I’m not going to invite you to the opening of my exhibit.” I glance across the table at Tristan Knight and take another sip of my red wine. Somehow even the company of my best friend is not helping my mood. She fucking ran away from me. What the hell? I mutter her name beneath my breath, hoping that it will help ease my irritation. I just want to listen to the sound of it rolling off my lips. Fuck.
“You’re starting to look like an old man with that grim face.”
“What?” My eyes snap up to Tristan’s face. I know he’s fucking with me because his grin just widens.
“You vain bastard,” he says, laughing. “Why are you all worked up?”
I guess it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I told Tristan about Rebecca. Maybe talking about it might make me feel better. Probably not, but it can’t make it worse.
“My assistant, Rebecca Gellar….”
“I remember her. She’s a pretty one.”
“I think she’s the devil in disguise,” I admit.
“It must be the hair.”
Tristan pours himself another glass of wine. The room around us is quiet, with the exception of the restaurant staff clearing tables. It’s after hours at Mario’s Italian Restaurant, but the owner is familiar with my family and he doesn’t ever mind when we stay past closing.
“I’m guessing you’re starting to like Rebecca.”
“There’s just a lot I haven’t filled you in on.”
“I’m listening,” he says, smiling.
Over the next two hours I fill Tristan in on what exactly has been happening with Rebecca – from the Lit For Kids event, up until yesterday. I tell him all the gritty details and I leave out nothing. I even stop to tell him about the conversation my father had with me about marrying Alison and just how depressing the idea is to actually have to follow through with it.
“I think you should tell your father that you don’t want to marry Alison.”
“I tried and he just threatened to take everything away from me,” I say, exasperated.
“But you didn’t really tell him exactly why you don’t want to.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “He knows I don’t like her.”
“You need to tell him there’s someone else now.”
“What? Are you crazy?” My father would flip. Although he might be surprised to hear I “like” someone. He’s used to me just fucking women. “Who the hell would I tell him about?”
“You know.” Tristan says, looking me point-blank.
“Are you talking about Rebecca?” What the hell has gotten into Tristan?
“She’s definitely under your skin. I can see you grinding your teeth every time I mention her name.”
“I just want to fuck her.” It’s true, I do. God, I do.
“Hmmm. I think it’s a little more than that.”
“If you keep talking like this, I’m leaving,” I say, slightly wobbling as I stand. I think I had too many glasses of wine.
“I’ll prove it,” Tristan promises.
The weekend flies by, leaving me little time to actually enjoy my last day off. My mind is still reeling from the multiple text messages from Nicholas. I still have no idea how the hell he knew where I was, but when I got his last text message about meeting him, I booked it. It was the second day in a row that I had run from him. I’m starting to think I should’ve joined track in college.
Carol and I spent most of Sunday shopping at a nearby antique store for things to furnish the apartment. She thought it might be good if we decorated it together, so I could feel more at home. I was glad to add a few things here or there to the apartment. It made it seem more welcoming. The blank walls were starting to bug me.
I check my phone for any surprise text messages, but thankfully there are none. I keep hoping the two days off have helped cool the tension between Nicholas and me. All I want to do is get back to work and have everything like it was. Normal. Or rather somewhat normal. I guess it’s time to get ready for work and face the music.
When I arrive at work, I spot Ken standing by the elevators on my way through the lobby. He smiles, waving over to me. It’s good to see him. He’s a pleasant reminder that not everything is crazy balls here. At least Ken’s attitude is consistent. I don’t get whiplash from his emotions changing day to day.
“Hey, how what your weekend?”
“Interesting,” I blurt.
“Interesting? How so?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Ken holds the elevator door open as I step inside. I smile at the small but chivalrous gesture.
“How’s everything going with the boss?” he asks.
“It’s going. He’s a little annoying.”
“Just a little?” I smile as his laug
hter echoes within the elevator.
“No, a lot. Like, really annoying,” I admit.
"Are you saying you wouldn’t date him?” Ken asks, hopeful.
"What? No, why?”
“Most women find him irresistible.” Ugh.
“I wouldn’t date Nicholas StoneHaven if he were the last man on earth,” I blurt.
"Rebecca," Ken winces as he motions to the front of the elevator that’s opened.
"What?" I turn to glance at what's so important.
Two fiery blue eyes stare into mine from the entrance. My eyes trace down his face to a pair of lips set in a grim frown. His hair is tousled like he hasn't slept and I can smell a faint scent of alcohol. Shit. I know the world hasn't exploded because he's still wearing a suit, but his tie is missing and the top buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a light patch of blonde hair.
"Mr. StoneHaven, we were just…”
"Save it, Phillips. I already got an earful." His voice is clipped with anger.
I gulp. I'm in trouble. I so fucked up. The elevator buzzes as Nicholas blocks the door from closing with his hands. Without further instructions, Ken squeezes past him, leaving me alone. Damn it, Ken. I step forward to follow him, but Nicholas blocks me and guides me back by my elbow back into the steel cage. Ken stops, realizing I'm not behind him. He turns and heads back to me, but before he can stop the elevator, Nicholas slides his access card and pushes the button for the top floor.
As soon as the door shuts, I feel Nicholas' eyes burning holes into the back of my skull. The air inside the elevator feels paper-thin. The claustrophobia sets in. It's strange the way his presence affects me. Only moments before I felt fine riding up the elevator, but now I can barely breathe. The elevator pings, letting us know that we've reached the top floor. The doors rush open and a blast of cold hits me. It’s always so cold up here. Nicholas steps out and casually tosses his jacket on a nearby chair.
He disappears for a moment and returns with a glass and a bottle of scotch. He sets the glass on his desk and pours the amber liquid. I watch mesmerized as he tips it back and then sets the bottle and glass down, never taking his eyes off me. I’m starting to think he might have a drinking problem.
"What's your problem, Gellar?" he asks sharply, wiping his lips of scotch.
You. I bite my tongue, knowing I’ll only make this situation worse.
“Why the fuck did you ignore my texts?”
I can’t speak. I don’t even know what I would say if I could find the nerve to move my lips and form words. My body instinctively backs away as he stalks over to me. In one swift motion he corners me against the wall with one hand. He leans in to me and I can't help but drown in the spicy scent of wood and cinnamon. My cheeks flush as his erection grinds into my stomach. A warm sensation fills my lower half. I look away, embarrassed at the sound of my panting. What is he doing to me? Is this my punishment?
"What do you want, Nicholas?" I ask, breathless.
His lips graze my ear as he whispers, "I can't stop thinking about your tight little ass in those panties."
He nips the top of my ear and I almost lose control. Who knew an ear could be so sensitive? I moan without warning. His warm lips claim mine as his hands go on an expedition. I resist them at first, trying as hard as I can to get away from his grasp. I’m reminded of Carol’s metaphor. I’m just another fly in his web.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since Friday.”
Nicholas senses my hesitation as he grabs my wrists and pins them behind me. I struggle to get free, but his lips crush against the side of my neck and the sensation instantly makes me forget why I’m fighting so hard. His hands roam up my shirt and around the side of my back, cupping my ass. He lifts me in the air with one arm and I wrap my legs around him, straddling his waist. Desire pulses through me as I run my hands through his hair, pulling it slightly. Without meaning to, we're crashing into furniture as he carries me over to his desk. His tongue explores my mouth, teasing me into submission. He growls against my lips as I try to pull away for air.
"Shit, woman, you're driving me crazy," he murmurs against my lips.
I silence him with kiss as I bite his bottom lip. He groans, pushing his erection harder against me. I watch with lust-driven eyes as he sweeps the documents from his desk to the floor and then sets me on the cold cherry wood desk. My nipples tighten against my shirt as he fumbles for the zipper of my skirt. My heart pounds wildly as Nicholas unzips my skirt.
Something inside me ignites. There's no turning back now. I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. I know this is stupid, but I can't stop myself. I'm about to have sex with Nicholas StoneHaven, my boss and the very man I said would be the last man on earth that I would ever be with. If Carol could see us now, she'd be yelling I told you so.
“I’m going to make you remember this,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “You’ll be thinking about it all day...” He pushes me back onto the desk and positions himself between my hips, slipping his hand up my plaid skirt. “You’ll think about me when you’re at your desk,” he says, running his fingers up my thigh and pushing my panties down. “When you’re in the shower…” His fingers slide into me. “When you’re in bed…” I gasp as his thumb rubs my already aroused bud. “When you’re touching yourself,” he says, growling. “I’m going to make you forget everyone who came before me. But first, I’m going to make you come.”
Nicholas kneels in front of me and I can feel my heart palpitate at the sight of him so close to my center. “I want you to watch me,” he whispers, staring straight into my eyes. He pulls me to him and then lowers his mouth against me. A rush of pleasure flows through me as his warm mouth encircles me. It feels like heaven. I gasp in pleasure as he starts to suck and nibble.
"Don't stop," I beg, shifting my hips up to him.
Nicholas lifts his head and smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He lowers his mouth once again, devouring me without any reserve. His tongue slowly teases me as he flicks my clit, slowly sucking it like he has all the time in the world. Unsure with what to do with my hands, I bury them in his hair. He rubs his stubble against me in appreciation. I grip the desk and I cry out in pleasure from the sensation. He slips two fingers inside me, penetrating my center. I don’t know how much longer I can’t take this.
“Nicholas,” I gasp.
He changes speed, going from slow to fast as if sensing my need building. I writhe under his touch as I reach the peak of my orgasm. His mouth doesn’t let up until I’m gasping for air from the mixture of pleasure and a little bit of pain. Euphoria overtakes me as I listen to my heartbeat slow. He kisses the inside of my thigh and then slides his tongue up to my opening. He licks me one last time before standing.
I watch as he pulls out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. I can’t help but feel like we’ve just finished dinner and I was the main course.
As I reach down for my skirt, Nicholas stops me. “Rebecca, we’re not done, sweetheart.” He lifts me off the desk and sets me on his office couch. I watch him with curiosity as he slowly unbuttons my blouse. His powerful hands struggle with the small buttons. He smirks at me as I silently laugh.
“Here, I’ll help,” I say.
Nicholas removes his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers. My heart hammers against my chest at the sight of his bare chest. There’s something sensual about him having chest hair. I usually don’t like it on guys, but on him it’s perfection. He smirks, as I openly adore him.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late,” he says, pulling me against him. It’s strange; I thought I would feel embarrassed the first time I was naked again in front of this guy, but the only thing I feel is desire. I push Nicholas back on the couch and straddle his thighs. I reach down, pushing his boxers off. His cock springs up. I hold back the moan dying to escape from my lips. It’s beautiful. It’s strange to think of a coc
k being beautiful, but his is. I spot a bead of liquid at the tip of his head. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. He sucks in a stream of air as I run my tongue down the side of his shaft.
“God, Becca. I’ve been thinking about this since the day I met you.” This time I’m taking charge. His eyes widen slightly as I position myself on his lap. I sense his cock harden even more as I rub myself against him.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he says, challenging me.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
He smiles and points me back to his desk. “There’s one in the drawer.”
I feel him watching me as I walk to his desk and retrieve a condom from it. It’s ribbed. My favorite. I rip the package open with my teeth and then slide it on him. He moans as I slowly lower myself onto him. A throbbing need builds as he fills me. God, he feels so good inside of me. I’m bursting inside. I hold still, basking in the feeling. Nicholas leans back and moans, slowly moving his hips, silently begging me to ride him.
“I just want to fuck you,” he says. “I want to fuck those gorgeous tits.” I swivel my hips, grinding myself into him. He lifts his to meet mine, plunging me into an intoxicating state of rapture. I feel his body quake in pleasure beneath me as his hands slide around my ass. He pushes me down against him, guiding me faster.
“That’s it,” he gasps. “Rebecca, you feel so fucking good.”
He reaches up and grabs me, pulling me forward. I watch in anticipation as he places greedy kisses along the side of my breast and then slips my nipple between his teeth.
“Fuck me,” I plead.
“With pleasure.”
He turns me, flipping my body underneath him. His grunts reflect a sense of a desperate urgency as he plunges back inside me. The fire between us is all-consuming. He moves with determination as he rocks back and forth inside me. I grasp the couch arm behind me and Nicholas lifts my leg, angling deeper inside of me. I squeeze my muscles around him and he groans in appreciation.
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