“You look ravishing, darling,” Anderson said, standing up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. He pulled out her chair and she sat down. Anderson sat back down across from her.
“Thanks. So do you! As usual,” Angela replied, flashing him a smile
“I took the liberty of ordering us a fine bottle of Imported White Wine and I also ordered an absolutely scrumptious appetizer I think you will like,” Anderson told her. He opened the bottle of wine and proceeded to fill their glasses.
“I’m really glad you invited me out to dinner tonight, Anderson. This place is incredible,” Angela commented, her eyes wide with impression.
Anderson loved the way Angela always expressed her appreciation to him.
“Anything to keep a smile on that beautiful face of yours,” Anderson stated with a grin. Angela blushed like a school girl, in spite of herself.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about, Anderson,” Angela said. She felt her heartrate begin to increase as the feeling of nervousness started to take over. “And I have to admit, I’m really nervous about it.”
Just then, the waiter brought over their appetizer and set it down on the table. The aroma of the food made Angela’s mouth water.
“Are you ready to order?” the well-dressed waiter asked them.
“Give us just a few moments, please,” Anderson told him.
“Sure, Monsieur,” the waiter replied and walked off.
“What is it, Angela? I would like to think that you would be able to talk to me about anything,” he said in a soft, comforting voice. His face showed genuine concern.
“Well…I..um,” Angela stammered, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. Anderson reached across the table and took her hand.
“Angela, please. What is it?” His gorgeous eyes were searching hers. It made her heart melt.
“Well, I was just…um…wondering. What are we? You know?” She looked at him with questioning eyes. “I mean, I always enjoy myself in ways I never have before when I’m with you. I’ve never felt so alive, so free and so happy. But, I want you to understand that if I am only a phase, only a passing fling, I am okay with it, as long as I get to spend as much time with you as possible while it lasts.”
Anderson grew quiet for a moment, as if allowing her words to fully sink in.
“How do you feel about me, Angela?” he asked her with a soft, but serious look on his face.
“Honestly, I am in love with you, Anderson. I have been for a while now. I just wasn’t sure how you felt about me, so I didn’t want to bring it up. I didn’t want to make things weird between us, you know?”
“Are you still seeing that Mark guy?” he asked her.
There it was. He knew about Mark. Actually, Angela wasn’t all that surprised that he knew. She knew Anderson was no dummy and that he had friends and associates all over the area. She just hadn’t been sure whether he cared or not. Angela lowered her head feeling just a tad bit ashamed, for some reason.
“Mark and I have a past. He wasn’t the worst boyfriend in the world, but he wasn’t the best either. He came back into my life right before you and I met. I never thought that you and I would end up where we are, and I wasn’t sure if we were going to be a serious ‘thing’ or just a passing ‘fling.’ So, I guess I was sort of keeping him around as…insurance of some sort, kind of a back-up plan.”
“Just in case things between you and I didn’t work out,” Anderson added. It was more of a statement than it was a question. He said it as if he had known all along.
“Please understand, Anderson, I have never met anyone like you before. You are a man who has everything in the world and you could have any woman you wanted. I was just scared that whatever you saw in me would eventually wear off, you know? I was afraid you would get bored with me and move on to the next new and exciting young woman who happened to catch your eye.”
Anderson listened to her, quietly, allowing her to completely state her piece.
“If you could have your way, what would you want us to be?” he asked her.
“If I could have my way, Anderson, I would want to be with you for the rest of my life,” Angela answered.
“I want to tell you something that I probably should have told you a while ago,” Anderson began. “I have dated plenty of different kinds of women in my lifetime. Models, actresses, dancers, you name it, women from all kinds of different backgrounds and social statuses. You see, it’s easy to find a woman, but it’s very hard to find a woman like you.” He emphasized the word “you” and looked directly into Angela’s eyes. “You are beautiful, intelligent, driven, independent, yet still so submissive, and you are also sweet, kind and amazing in bed. You are the kind of woman I could see myself settling down with.
“You are happy whether we go to a 5-star restaurant or a have a turkey sandwich picnic in the park. You don’t need any of the things I choose to do for, but you appreciate all of them. I can trust you with my business and I feel like I could also trust you with my heart. I just didn’t understand what it was about that Mark that you just couldn’t seem to let him go. So I wasn’t sure if this was where you truly wanted to be. So I just never pressed the issue.”
Angela’s eyes filled up with tears of happiness that threatened to spill over and run down her cheeks.
“So what are you saying, Anderson?” Angela asked in soft voice, barely louder than a hoarse whisper.
“I’m saying that I want you to be my woman, and my woman, only. If that’s what you want, as well,” Anderson replied, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“Oh Anderson! That’s exactly what I want! I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life!” Angela allowed her tears of joy to run freely down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed with emotion. She reached out and grabbed Anderson’s other hand and squeezed them both.
“These are the only tears I ever want to see in your eyes,” Anderson said, reaching up to wipe one of them away. Angela smiled at him as another tear replaced it. He leaned in and kissed the other tear as he placed something in her hand.
“What’s this?” she asked him, wiping away a stray tear.
“I want you to go in the ladies’ room and put it in your panties, right up against your clit. I have the remote in my hand. When you come out, you’re going to call this Mark character and tell him it’s over.”
Angela’s heart began to race again. This time, it was with excitement. She grinned at Anderson and leaned in to give him a kiss on the mouth.
“Order for me, will you?” she asked with a wide smile and then hurried off to the ladies’ room.
//
Epilogue:
Angela and Anderson became an exclusive couple and she broke things off with Mark, for good. She and Anderson enjoyed many more erotic lunch dates, dinner dates and steamy, passionate nights together. Maxine fully recovered from her illness and eventually had the baby she always wanted. She made Angela the godmother. Mark met a new young woman at his job and soon got over Angela. Anderson eventually promoted Angela to be his executive manager and proposed to her a year later.
THE END
When he Desires Book One
The Montgomery Billionaire Series
Desire, Danger, Lust
Chapter One
Chrissy
The music pumped through the speakers, and I swayed lightly on the balls of my feet. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but it didn’t look like anyone else in the club could dance either. The floor was so packed that bodies rubbed up against each other as they jumped and gyrated. Shoved into a corner, I gripped a bottle of beer in one hand and kept a tight grip on my phone in the other.
Sweaty and more than a little drunk, my roommate Tish danced her way to me and snagged my beer. Taking a long sip, she frowned at me. “Chrissy, that phone better be out because you’re collecting phone numbers from hot guys,” she yelled at me.
“I’m just checking it,” I shouted back over the base of the music. “The dress is too damn short, and I’
m afraid it’s going to fall out!” Because the dress she forced me to wear didn’t have any pockets, I had my card, car key, and phone strapped in a small pouch against my thigh. It was a little uncomfortable, but I knew that I’d lose a purse if I tried to bring it.
“Girl, that dress looks sexy as hell!” She handed me back my beer and turned to smile at the man standing next to me. Tish was an exotic beauty. In a city of fake tans, her own Latin blessed skin was always dark and smooth. Her streaked dark hair fell to the middle of the back, and she had those perfectly pouty lips. Everywhere we went, she drew the attention of most of the male population.
And, if I were being honest, quite a few females as well.
I, on the other hand, was easily overlooked. No matter how hard I tried, my Irish skin refused to tan. My long auburn hair curled on a good day but usually stayed in a tangled frizzy mess. To tame it, I usually kept it pulled back either in a bun or tied at the nape of my neck. I tried to cut it once, but it was a year long disaster. I wasn’t the kind of woman to spend any significant amount of time in front of the mirror primping and preening, so my hair was a mess that could not be tamed.
I wasn’t a complete disaster. I do have nice green eyes, but I was already forced to wear reading glasses. As a student, my nose was usually stuck in a book, and the glasses felt like a permanent fixture on my face.
These days, looks were not all that important to me. I was one semester short of graduating with my Master’s in Childhood Education. I was a busy girl.
Tonight was Tish’s birthday, and she literally threatened me with hell and high water if I didn’t go out with her. Disgusted with most of my own clothes, she squeezed my curves into a short and slinky green halter dress. I felt completely exposed.
“You haven’t danced with a single guy since we got here,” she accused me. “We’re supposed to be having fun!”
“You’re supposed to be having fun,” I corrected her. “And from what I can tell, you’re having a ton of fun. Let me get you a drink, and you can find your next victim.”
“You’re impossible,” she growled, but she didn’t stop me as I leaned over the bar and waved down the bartender. One good thing about my outfit was that I didn’t have to wait for my drinks. My tits were practically spilling out of my top, and the bartender couldn’t stop looking at them.
“A tequila shot for my friend. No training wheel,” I ordered. He stared at my cleavage the whole time he poured.
“You should give him your number,” Tish muttered in my ear.
I just shook my head. While I was pretending to enjoy myself, the truth was that I was scrolling through the latest email from Professor Elliot. My advisor had pretty much torn my thesis idea to shreds. Of course, at the end he had written excellent start.
What the hell did that even mean? I couldn’t help but obsess.
Tish downed her tequila shot and scanned the crowd. I knew she was looking for her next dance partner, but suddenly, she reached over and grabbed my arm. “Chrissy,” she shouted in my ear. “That guy is staring at you.”
“He’s probably staring at you,” I said absently as I held my empty beer bottle up. The bartender popped the cap off another one and handed it to me.
Her nails dug almost painfully into my skin. “Believe me, I wish he was staring at me. He’s got to be the sexiest guy in here.”
Curious, I turned around to follow her line of sight. Above us, on the second floor balcony, the man leaned over the bannister. Tish wasn’t lying. He looked like sin personified. Dark hair swept low over piercing blue eyes and curled at the nape of his neck. His stubble didn’t do anything to hide his strong square jaw, and it was clear that he was tall and built.
Chills raced down my spine. He did seem to be staring at me. I’d indulged in some loaded fries earlier. Maybe I had parsley stuck in my teeth. Self-consciously, I turned and ran my tongue over them before I tilted back my beer.
“Go talk to him,” Tish urged me.
“Hell, no,” I muttered. It was too quiet for her to hear, but I’m sure she knew exactly what I had said. Tish had been my best friend and roommate for two years. She knew my weaknesses and limitations. I didn’t talk to men. Lately, I’d been hiding behind the fact that I was so busy with school, but she knew that I was still hurt from my last relationship.
My one and only boyfriend, Victor Willis, had spent two years keeping me down before I realized he was cheating on me. That was six months ago, and I hadn’t even tried to hook up with anyone since.
“Suit yourself. I’m going to go dance.” Tish gave me a disgusted look before heading back to the dance floor. Two of her friend had made to the edge, and she sandwiched herself between them and gave everyone quite a show.
I envied Tish’s confidence. She could use her body like a weapon, but she was also brilliant. As a student of childhood psychology, she was often the driving force behind my teaching theories, but while I had to spend almost every minute working, she could go on a weekend bender and still ace her Monday test.
Once again left to my own device, I returned my attention back to my phone. I typed a quick reminder to myself when someone rammed into me.
Gasping, I stumbled back and dumped my beer all over myself.
“Damn it,” I swore. Looking up, I tried to pinpoint the culprit, but there were too many people near me, and no one was paying any attention.
“At least it’s not my dress,” I grumbled as I leaned over the bar to grab some cocktail napkins. “Can I get some club soda?” I asked loudly.
To the dismay of some of the other patrons waiting, the bartender moved quickly to fulfill my request. Holding my phone between my teeth, I tried to maneuver through the crowd until I burst onto the patio. “I had a little accident,” I explained to the bouncer who stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Deeply breathing in the fresh air, I dipped the napkin in the club soda and tried to dab at my dress. I didn’t know what I expected to do. It wasn’t just a little spot. The beer had spread from the straps all the way to my midriff and was slowly soaking through my skin.
My cleavage was sticky, and I reeked. Disgusted, I tossed the napkins and left the glass on the table. I kept several changes of clothes in the trunk of my car, and there was a tank-top and jeans in there that would get me through the rest of the night. Snagging my keys from the small pouch, I opened the gate of the patio and slipped out.
I’d just made it to the car when a dark van came to a squealing halt in front of me. My heart stopped when the door slid open.
Son of a bitch. I was about to be kidnapped not more than twenty feet from a crowded club.
The first masked man jumped out, and I could feel his eyes raking over me. “Damn. Lucas Montgomery is going to pay handsomely for your safe return.”
Who the hell was Lucas Montgomery?
“I don’t have any cash,” I said as I tried to keep my voice calm. “And I don’t know any Lucas Montgomery.”
The masked man snickered. “From the way he was looking at you, I bet he knows you quite intimately. No one looks at a woman like that unless he’s already licked every inch of her skin.”
I shuddered and fisted the key in my palm so the metal edge stuck out between my fingers. If he thought I was going to meekly get in the van, he had another thing coming.
The two of them tried to grab me, and I moved. I wasn’t a kung-fu master, but I’d learned a few things from the kick-boxing classes Tish had dragged me to, and I’d taken more than a few defense classes. I swung my key around to dig it into one guy’s eye and lashed out with my foot. It connected solidly with the guys nuts, and he screamed and hit his knees.
Dodging my key, the man wrenched me around and slammed me against the car. Fear coursed through me, and I kicked out wildly again. I didn’t hit anything, but it was enough to make him move. He pulled me roughly to the ground and wildly looked up. “Come on,” he yelled as he grabbed the abductor still moaning on the pavement.
I guess I had caused too much of a s
cene. By the time I’d pushed myself off the loose gravel, they’d jumped back in the van and were gone.
Chapter Two
Lucas
She was captivating. I couldn’t help but stare as I caught sight of her. After a two long and boring hours of an investment meeting, I was ready for a drink, but watching her was better than a shot of whiskey.
It was obvious that she was completely out of place. When she wasn’t staring at her phone, she was constantly tugging on her green dress. First she’d pull it up in an effort to hide her ample cleavage, and then she’d tug it down to cover more of her creamy thighs. I was already lost in a fantasy of what I would do to her if we were alone.
What would I touch first? Her tits were just begging to be held, but I also desperately needed to fill my palms with her ass. I wanted to pull out the clip that held her curls and yank her hair back until I could press my lips to the column of her neck. I wanted to yank her dress up and discover what kind of treasures she was hiding underneath. Would she be hiding a black lacy thong? Pearly white panties with bows? Maybe she was naked underneath, and I could sink my fingers inside her.
I was the kind of man who didn’t have to look far for a beautiful body to warm my bed, but there was a distinctive downfall to having so many women to choose from. It took more work to excite me, but one look at her, and my cock was already rising to the occasion.
Fuck. The blonde that I’d tied to my bed last night didn’t even have this affect on me, and she’d been very talented with her mouth.
The mystery woman’s friend said something in her ear, and she looked right at me. When her gaze met mine, I saw her eyes widen as she took me in. Her lips parted in surprise, and she suddenly whirled around. Amused, I straightened and started walking to the stairwell. I craved her. I’d pull her on the dance floor and hold her against me. It was so crowded tonight that I could easily flick my fingers over her clit until she came in the middle of all the other horny dancers.
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