“Yes, you should. I can let Ruby know for you and she’ll give you the princess treatment. Especially if she knows it’s for a date.”
“That would be amazing.”
I have to chuckle at her enthusiasm, but I’m sure she should be leaving right now. I know she has to get the bus home. “Um, Margie, what time is your date?”
“Seven.” The excitement in her voice is evident. I glance at the clock and she follows my gaze, gasping. “Crap.”
“It’s okay. Now go.”
Pulling her bag onto her shoulder, she nods and gives me a small wave, closing the door behind her and jogging through the office, saying bye to the other employees. I shake my head at her bubbliness and laugh to myself.
Seeing as it’s Friday, I decide to pack up and leave work early. I’ve done the last couple of things I could do after Margie left to go on her date and I’m pretty much just spinning on my chair wasting time. I grab my bag and, once both doors to my office have been locked, I head for the elevator.
The good thing about leaving work after six, the New York rush hour traffic has settled down and I can get home in no time. As I reach the parking lot, my phone chimes. I switch off the engine and grab my phone. Everett has sent me a text: Put on one of those sexy dresses that you own, I’m taking you out. I’ve got a business dinner.
I quickly type out a reply: I literally just got home…
He responds: You’d better hurry, then. I’m picking you up at 6:45.
Son of a bitch!
It’s 6:15. How can I get ready in thirty minutes?
I step out of my car with my bag and phone and press the fob on my keys to lock my car before making my way up to my apartment.
Once I’ve found one of my favorite dresses, I lay it out on the bed and head for the shower.
Fourteen
Everett
When the doors of the elevator open on Reagan’s floor, I walk as fast as I can to Reagan’s apartment and knock on her door. When a major shareholder for your company tells you, you need to attend a business dinner, you do it, and there’s only one person I want hanging on my arm when I impress.
Jesus, I hope she’s ready. Keeping shareholders waiting isn’t a good look.
My foot taps impatiently, and just as I’m about to knock again, the door opens. There she stands looking hot as fuck in a short but modest black dress that covers her chest and fastens around the neck. My eyes travel further down her body and, just as I thought, she has those killer red, fuck me heels on. My dick is like a homeless person who hasn’t had a meal in days. It’s fucking starving for her. It strains against the zipper of my pants, dying to get out. “Well, fuck.” A smirk tips the corner of her mouth up as she watches the shock form on my face.
“Hi to you too, Everett.” She then takes a moment to look me up and down. “You look good too.”
Stepping up to her, I kiss her cheek. I don’t want to ruin her perfect red lipstick on that delectable mouth. “You look amazing. I’d much rather stay here and get my fill of you.” With an arm around the small of her waist, I tug her against my body. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes. Let me go and grab my purse.”
She turns away from me, and that’s when I see there’s no back in her dress. Well, fuck me. And I’ve got to sit beside shareholders discussing business with her beside me looking like this. The open back stops just above her ass, and I can see every small movement in her back as she walks away. Her legs go on forever in her skyscraper heels. Stopping by the couch, she leans over the arm, picking up her purse, and the hem of her dress lifts just enough for me to see the delicious curve of her ass. If I had more time, I’d go over there and show her exactly the kind of pain I’m in, but before I can even think about taking a step closer to her, she’s back and standing in front of me. That’s when I notice something different. “Did you get your hair done?”
“I did. You noticed?”
“Baby, there’s nothing I don’t notice about you.”
She smiles as a blush rises in her face. If there’s one thing I can say about Rae, it’s that she is no way shy. “Let’s go.” she whispers, pulling the door closed behind us. I stand aside and wait for her to lock up. Her purse is tucked under her other arm and I offer her my elbow. She loops her free arm through mine and take the elevator down to the lobby.
I lead her to my car and open the door for her. “Your carriage awaits, my lady.”
With a wide smile she sits in the leather seat, swinging her legs around, and pulls her seatbelt across her body.
Reagan Quinn might just be the death of me.
I keep Reagan close to me. I can’t keep my hands off her. It’s like the tips of my fingers ache if they’re not touching her. My hand runs up her thigh beneath the table. She tries to push it away but it’s no use. She keeps on smiling and carries on her conversation with our table buddies like nothing’s happening. She fidgets in her seat, and just that small amount of movement is all I need to get my hand between her legs, inching toward her core. She grabs my hand to stop me from going any further, gripping it tightly.
“Ev, not here,” she says in a low voice, trying not to bring any attention to us.
“Spoilsport.”
“Hey,” she whispers, “you’re the one who won’t bring us out as a couple, not me. The way you’re acting, I’m thinking that the whole of the pharmaceutical world will know after tonight.”
Reagan’s probably right. I didn’t introduce her as my girlfriend, or anything really. Once I gave them her name, they knew exactly who she was. The raised eyebrows and the quick, knowing glances they gave each other kind of gave it away. Fuck them. My life is my life and I don’t dance to anyone’s tune but my own. I probably shouldn’t have brought her here. It’ll soon get back to old man Hicks, her boss.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I breathe in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I need to strip you naked and fuck you in those shoes. I’ve needed my dick in you since I picked you up tonight.”
“What are you waiting for?” Reagan leans down and picks her purse up from the floor while I stand and offer her my hand.
“Gentleman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to duck out. Reagan’s not feeling so good.”
With best wishes and feelings of sympathy expressed for Reagan, she walks around the table shaking hands. One of the guys takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, smiling, telling her how beautiful she is and if she’s ever stuck for a date to give him a call. My teeth grind and my eyes narrow. Wrapping my arm around the small of her waist, I grip her hip and lead her from the table. She glances sideways at me and I see the hint of a smirk. My hand moves from her hip to the bare skin of her back and I lead her out of the restaurant. I give my ticket to the valet and he brings the car around.
The air crackles between us. It always does when we’re together. Rushing from the car and into the building with my hand wrapped tightly around hers, Reagan calls for the elevator, the doors opening instantly. Pulling her in behind me, I press the button for her floor. If I thought it would take us longer to get to her floor, I’d have her against this wall. Just as the thought pops into my head, the elevator stops. As soon as the doors open, I’m pulling her to her apartment. I know I’m rushing, but I’m desperate for her. I need to have her.