goes deeper than the average tie.
"Uh, well thank you, Liv, for your input," Geoff
stammers. "We will most certainly look into acquiring the firm, after the
initial audit has been completed."
Mergers and acquisitions are not in Geoff's job description.
He authorizes the audits but he likes making himself sound more important than
he is. I ignore him, unimpressed, and stand.
"Geoff, Devon, if you will excuse me, I have another
meeting I must attend," and exit the office before either one can say a
word.
I don’t have another meeting; I just wanted to go back to
mentally sifting my closet in an attempt to come up with the perfect outfit for
my date.
On the ride home, I consult my watch. Traffic is bad and I
am impatient. It is Friday and I don't want to be late for my date with Cole.
"For fuck's sake!" I yell in frustration.
Devon glances at me in amusement. "Anxious, my
dear?" he queries.
"Yes!" I snap checking my watch again. Three hours
until I have to be ready and back in the city.
Devon's hand reaches over to my thigh and pushes my
too-short skirt up. Frustrated, I indulge him and open my legs as his hand
slips in between. He draws a sharp breath as his fingers slip inside my
panties. The light touch of his fingers sends a jolt through me. Typically the
traffic starts moving again and he needs his hand to drive. Glancing at me he
licks his fingers quickly and I feel myself going crazy for him. He grabs my
hand then and pushes it to his huge erection. I stroke him and then unzip his pants.
Pulling him free I work my hand over him all silky and smooth. On impulse I
lean over him and take him in my mouth. He groans with pleasure as I suck him,
hard. Luckily Vampire driving skills are excellent otherwise we would have no
doubt ended up in the ocean. He comes quickly in my mouth and I swallow,
sitting up with a feral grin.
I leap out of the car as soon as it stops and head straight
for my shower. So little time left. I dry myself off and set to work on drying
and straightening my hair.
Having already decided on my outfit, I open the closet. A
huge walk-in affair blocked off in sections according to the occasion, the back
wall dedicated to shoes. I pull out the chosen outfit: a long black skirt with
a simple black bustier and black Louboutins. Quite conservative for my usual
style of night attire, but this is a first date after all. Cole has called me
every day since we met on Saturday, and even sent flowers to my office at the
studio. They forwarded them on to Saxon, which was sweet. Our conversations
have been long and informative, the getting-to-know-you-part mostly, with a
large amount of flirting thrown in for good measure. The fact that he has
bothered to ring at all makes me smile and wonder even more about the feeling I
had when I first saw him, about him being a part of my destiny.
Make up complete, I head back downstairs and call for
Grayson to bring the car around. Devon joins me by the front door, Scotch in
hand. With his tie discarded and shirt unbuttoned I mentally swoon at the sight
of him.
"Well, Kitten, have fun tonight,” he says slyly.
"Stop calling me Kitten and I intend to," I
respond, casting a quick glance at him. He's wearing a smug smile, attributed
to our drive home, no doubt. Absolutely confident I will return to his bed
tonight he bids me farewell and I step into the car absolutely confident I will
have Cole in my bed tonight. A pang of nerves hits my stomach unexpectedly. I
remember the last time a man made me feel this way. I just don't know what it
is about him that has turned my head so.
Half an hour later, Grayson pulls up outside the restaurant
and comes around to open my door. Checking my watch, 7:55, I alight gracefully
with a nod of thanks and a flash going off in my face. Plastering a smile on my
face for the fucking paparazzi, I make my way into the large, busy French
restaurant that I chose for the occasion. Better for a first date to have some
background noise in