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It’s been six months since I have had a man touch me. Being single sucks! I have only been with three guys, and something about Adler makes me think he can do so much better. Like he can make me come on command. Fuck! It’s not like I’m going to find my future husband at a grocery store. Men like Jaxon don’t go there. Their food is delivered.
“Coffee for Emily. A venti hot mocha with whole milk and extra whipped cream. Emily.”
When the man says my order out loud, it makes me sound like a total weirdo. Although I have heard worse. A flat white with caramel, vanilla and cinnamon with skim milk, hold the foam. Standing behind the lady ordering this, I chuckled, and she looked at me like an idiot. There are way crazier requests than mine. What is a flat white, anyway? I need to look that up sometime.
I take my coffee and thank the barista, and then turn around one last time with Jaxon. “If you give me your number, I can meet you and pay you back for the coffee.”
“No, that’s not necessary. It’s not gonna break my bank, I promise.”
Again, he doesn’t look up from his phone. Just look at me already. Dude, get the fucking hint. I want to sit on your face. I want you to fuck me into oblivion.
“No, seriously, please let me pay you back. Can you meet me here tomorrow morning at seven?”
“I come at six-thirty, so if you want to pay me back, be here then.”
So that’s why I have never seen him here before. Typically, I’m not here this early. “Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“A large caramel macchiato with whole milk with extra whipped cream and three extra shots of espresso for Jaxon.”
This man is going to be the death of me. He’s literally an epitome of everything that I want.
“See ya tomorrow,” I say nonchalantly as I turn to walk out of Starbucks and head to my car. Not trying to be a stalker, I wait to see what he drives because something screams that he has to be some hotshot lawyer or some fancy CEO of a Fortune 500 company.
When he walks out, putting his phone in his back pocket, and hits his car keys, I nearly crumble. He jumps into a brand new fully decked out dodge charger: black on black. It’s official, I need new underwear now.
How am I supposed to go to this interview today with him in mind? I have been looking for a way to relieve myself and I’m not one of those girls that can just throw on a porn video and rub one out, so having his face in my head tonight when I use my battery operated friend is going to come in handy.
2
Adler
I pull up to the skyscraper, its glass-clad sides glinting in the early morning sun. I take a moment before I open my car door and step out. Today is going to be a good day. I believe in manifestation, so I own that shit. Up the stairs I go, and then through the front doors and hustle to the elevator.
The morning rush of people is just abating, and the elevator doors are about to close when someone puts their handbag to stop the door from closing. I feel a ripple of annoyance, but I quash it; it would have been rude of me to snap at the person.
But then, to my horror, the contents of the cup of coffee go everywhere. The liquid splashes all on my face, neck and down my brand new suit. Hot brown coffee runs down my suit like a river of molasses. A few drops seep into the collar of my crisp shirt, leaving the pressed fabric wrinkled and stained. I clench my fists and draw breath to give whoever is responsible a piece of my mind, when I look up and see who it is.
Lily? The woman from the coffee shop is standing in front of me, her eyes wide and mouth gaping.
My throat goes dry as a desert and my heart thumps so loudly, I am sure Lily can hear it all the way over there. What is she doing here? The door opens all the way, and she steps inside. Her gaze starts at my face and then travels down my body; I squirm under the weight of her stare, feeling exposed. When she spots the coffee stain near the zipper of my pants, her cheeks flush.
“I’m so sorry!” Her delicate fingers grab a tissue from her purse and she dabs at the stains on my suit, slowly inching closer toward my dick. My cheeks burn as her hands roam further down my body. Unconsciously, my cock twitches. I glance up and notice the security camera at the top of the wall, the man behind it surely getting quite an eyeful.
“Is this your thing? Spill coffee all over someone to get them out of their clothes?” As soon as it leaves my mouth, my eyes lock on hers. I will gladly let her undress me anytime, but only if I can reciprocate. Fuck, is she gorgeous.
“Nope, no coffee needed for that proposition,” she says, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
My cock twitches again at her words, and now I’m picturing her in my bed, naked with me in between her thighs with those heels on my shoulders.
She continues to dab, and I grab her elbow to pull her up. “That’s not necessary. I keep an extra in my office. Not that I’ve ever had to use it.”
I try to keep a stern look on my face because I’m pissed, but more intrigued by why she is here. I shake my head. Don’t even think about it. After my last relationship, I have sworn off women. All they want is my money and even though I’m not opposed to the casual hookup, most just don’t understand what I need. It scares them.
She takes a step backward into the corner of the elevator and it grinds to a halt. What in the fuck? My eyes dart to the numbers above the doors, indicating we are floor eight. Why aren’t we moving?
My stomach drops as I realize what’s happening. We both look at each other, and I can see the panic in her eyes. Oh shit, the elevator is broken. I guess there are worse ways to die than being stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman who can’t keep her eyes off my cock.
The surrounding air is thick and heavy, almost unbreathable. My heart is racing and my palms are sweating profusely. I am standing in the elevator, conscious of the fact that I am completely alone with this gorgeous woman who is at least ten years younger than me. She stands a modest 5’5, her body curvaceous and inviting. Her long, dark hair in soft waves, framing her delicate features and drawing attention to her smooth, porcelain skin. Her almond-shaped eyes are a deep, mysterious brown, and her full lips a hush, inviting red. Her ample breasts are encased in a pink top, and the rest of her in a pencil skirt that clings to all her glory, hugging every single curve. Fuck! Her cream heels are going to look great over my shoulders.
