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After settling the check, we stepped outside where Brian, one of my most trusted security detail men, was waiting with the car. He opened the door for us, and I gestured for Harper to get in first.
“Brian, take us to the Triage building,” I requested as I waited for Harper to get inside the car first.
“Yes, sir.”
Sliding into the back seat behind her, I scooted as close as I dared without seeming too forward. Our legs brushed against each other and I couldn’t help but wish I had chosen a dress that showed off more of her legs. Harper’s legs looked incredible in her heels, even if they were knock-offs. It didn’t matter to me—I planned on buying her a pair of the real deal soon enough. In fact, I wanted to fill her closet with designer everything.
As we drove toward the Triage building, I couldn’t ignore the electricity between us and I knew this was just the beginning of something special. Brian knew me too well; he opted to take the shortest route to the Triage building. As he pulled into the parking garage, my excitement for the possibilities took hold. Once I finished giving her the grand tour of Triage, the rest of the evening would be up for grabs.
Instead of waiting for Brian to assist us out of the car, I eagerly pulled the door handle and stepped out onto the pavement. Harper gracefully slid across the seat, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her shapely legs. My body responded with an instant surge of desire, imagining what it would feel like to have her legs wrapped around me as we moved in perfect rhythm.
As she emerged from the car and smoothed down her dress, I couldn’t resist placing my hand on the small of her back. She didn’t seem to mind, so I left it there as we walked toward the elevator. Only when the door slid open did I reluctantly remove my hand.
With a swipe of my access card, we were granted entry to the upper floors where Triage conducted their business. I guided her into the elevator, allowing her to enter first before following closely behind. The doors closed noiselessly behind us as I input our destination—the 40th floor. I could have stopped at the floor below, but I doubted that seeing where the mail was sorted and delivered would ignite any excitement in her.
As we stepped off the elevator, only emergency lights illuminated our path. Taking her soft hand in mine, I led her down the wide hallway. “This floor is home to our accounting department,” I explained. “There isn’t much to see at this hour since everyone has gone home.”
Harper’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in her surroundings. “I find every aspect of Triage fascinating,” she exclaimed. “From the biggest decisions to the smallest details, history is made.”
As we ascended to the top floor of the towering building that housed my office, Harper absorbed every detail I shared with her about Triage. It was no surprise that she already knew most of it; her intelligence and research skills were impressive.
“Your company is truly remarkable,” she complimented, genuine admiration in her voice. “You’ve built something incredible.”
I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at her words as we reached the top floor. “How about we end the evening with a nightcap?” I suggested, hoping to spend more time with her.
“Just one,” she agreed, glancing at her watch. “I have an early day tomorrow.”
As we rode the elevator up, I subtly moved closer to Harper and brushed my hand against hers. A small smile tugged at her lips, giving me hope.
As I opened the doors to my open concept apartment, a sense of pride and nervous excitement filled me. I gestured for Harper to step in first, watching closely for her reaction as I led her through the sleek, modern space. It wasn’t my usual style to show off my achievements, but for some reason, I wanted to impress her. Triage might be my company, but there were so many other facets that made up who I was: the places I’ve traveled, the books I’ve read, even the type of music that spoke to me. With each step we took, I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and exposed; hoping she would appreciate and understand all of me.
Harper’s eyes widened as she took in the floor to ceiling windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the city. It was one of the main reasons I had purchased this building and made the top floor my home. As she continued to admire the spectacular view, I walked over to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of wine for her and a bottle of bourbon for myself.
“The view is one of the reasons I chose this building,” I said as I poured her a glass of wine and two shots of bourbon for myself.
“My apartment has a view of the city, but nothing like this,” she admitted with a hint of envy in her voice.
With both drinks in hand, I walked back over to where she was standing. Handing her the glass of wine, she turned to face me with a grateful smile. “I propose a toast,” she said, raising her glass. “To a beautiful view and the end to a wonderful evening.”
I clinked my glass against hers before taking a healthy drink. “The view is indeed beautiful,” I agreed. Little did she know that the evening was far from over.
I gently took her hand in mine, guiding her to the plush couch and gesturing for her to sit down. Settling beside her, I carefully took the glass of wine from her hand and placed it on the smooth marble table in front of me, next to my own glass. The city lights glimmered outside, casting a romantic glow on the scene before me.
With a slight hesitation, I reached up and swept my fingertips across her cheek, admiring the different specks of gold and amber that danced in her beautiful eyes. Her pupils dilated at my touch, and I knew she felt the same electricity between us. Taking a chance that she would allow me to kiss her, I lowered my head and captured her lips with mine. She tasted like rich red wine and sweet strawberries.
I coaxed her tongue to dance with mine, savoring every moment of our intimate exchange. My hand slid down her arm, tracing the curve of her waist before pulling her closer to me. As our kiss deepened, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. My hand made its way to the top of her dress, where the zipper beckoned to be pulled down.
Her breath hitched as I dared to take things further, but she pulled away from me with a gentle shake of her head.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she whispered, her lips still glistening from our kiss.
“Don’t think, Harper,” I replied huskily, my desire for her growing stronger by the second. “Just feel.”
My mouth eagerly sought out hers once more. With one hand on her cheek, I lowered my mouth onto hers. She tasted like the sweetness of strawberries and the warmth of summer. Slowly, my other hand traced down her back, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress until I found the zipper. This time, there was no resistance on her part. She surrendered to the intensity of the moment, allowing me to guide her. Without hesitation, I lowered her dress down her arms, relishing the feel of the soft fabric sliding against my fingertips. With a gentle tug, she freed her arms from the material and the dress fell to her waist, revealing the curves of her body beneath. My gaze lingered on her breasts, adorned in a silky bra that seemed to glow in the dim light. Gently, I moved the cup of her silk bra down, revealing her perfectly shaped breast. As I placed my mouth over her taut nipple, I felt her hands rise from my shoulders and into my hair, pulling me closer to her in pleasure. The soft strands entwined between her fingers as she guided me, urging me to explore every inch of her body.
With a quick, practiced movement, I unfastened her bra and slid it down her shoulders, baring her breasts in all their exquisite glory. My breath caught in my throat as I traced the outline of each nipple with my finger, watching as they hardened under my touch. Unable to resist any longer, I coated my index finger with saliva and gently circled it around one taut peak, causing Harper’s head to fall back in bliss.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered into her ear, feeling a surge of desire course through me.
