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As I got older, my docile, innocent romantic ideals about my first kiss matured into an in depth fantasy with a man who tended to my mind, body, and soul. Mystery Guy knew what to do to drive me crazy.
He’d stare into my soul with his fascinating, heterochromatic eyes. His hands would sweep down my arms, around my waist, cup my ass…
I shuddered, thinking of him in the shower with me; kissing me, teasing my nipples into tight nubs, making me squirm with his expert touch. Imagining his hands and mouth all over my flesh set me awash in a new wave of heat. I never could resist him, and gave in.
I swirled my finger around my swollen clit, just as Mystery Guy would do with his tongue. Heat curled in my belly as the fantasy unraveled. Mystery Guy would stare into my eyes as he drove his fingers inside my seam, forging a hypnotic rhythm. Pleasure bubbled over and I came apart, the image of Mystery Guy as strong as ever behind my eyes.
I cleaned myself in record time and climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my dripping body. He still clung to the edges of my mind as I dried off.
Fantasies were a comfort, but they wouldn’t help me with Experience, the new client coming into Design Everything later this morning.
“You up yet?” I called from the hall as I passed Shell’s doorway.
Over my shoulder, I saw Shell schlepping out of her into and into the pre-warmed bathroom. At least she was dressed. Her lack of morning enthusiasm made us late out the door more times than I could count. Often, we were lucky to catch the train. I didn’t want that kind of stress the morning, and wouldn’t hesitate to leave without her if it came to that.
I walked into my room, determined to concentrate on the day. I donned a silky cream-colored cowl neck sweater that hugged me in all the right places. What I lacked in size, I made up for with proportion. I added a maroon pencil skirt, black tights, and black patent pumps. It was one of my nicer outfits. Even if I didn’t have contact with the clients, I still wanted to dress the part of a professional. Just in case.
I smoothed my hands down my skirt and turned to the side, examining myself with scrutiny. No weird lumps, surprise stains, or wrinkles. All set to go. When I walked into the kitchen, Shell was already there with freshly brewed coffee and a muffin set out for each of us.
“You almost ready?” Shell asked.
I giggled. Coffee made that girl into a different person.
“Yeah. Let me get some coffee in me. We still have a few minutes until we have to head out.”
I poured coffee and a splash of cream into my favorite travel mug and sat down next to Shell at the breakfast bar to enjoy my morning muffin.
“You know that new client is coming into Design Everything today? He’s supposed to be this big-shot club owner from up in New York. I heard he’s super rich and crazy good-looking.”
Shell turns to face me with light in her eyes and the last bite of her muffin in her mouth. Her brows wiggled with suggestion.
“Yeah, I know. Derrick is going to be on a rampage this morning, eating heads.”
I crammed the last of my breakfast in my mouth and headed for the door to put on my peacoat.
“Huh. That explains it.” Shell grinned and snickered.
My brows pinched. “Explains what?”
Shell puffed out her cheeks, pushed her chin down, and puffed out her chest, impersonating Derrick. He happened to be a pompous, angry, and rotund man.
Our peals of laughter carried us out the door.
Chapter Two
Raphael
“Have a good day, sir!” The receptionist at the gym called after me as I breezed out the door looking sharp as a tack.
I climbed into the back of a cab and gave the driver the address for my first appointment of the day; Design Everything, an up-and-coming design firm. Sunglasses on, I leaned back in the stiff leather seat. This was my life. Always on the go. Never stopping. Always climbing higher.
Geoff, my late boss and mentor, taught me to be this way. He showed me everything I knew, the ins and outs of business and perseverance. I missed him every day. Poor heath stole him from me far too soon. There was still so much more I could have learned from him.
Meetings like the ones ahead of me made me nervous, but Geoff had known the right thing to say in every situation to make me trust my gut. He had an answer to everything. The man had been a genius.
The cab rolled to a stop, and I paid and exited. After a deep breath, I strode inside the chalky building. Regardless of whether I was ready, it was time.
“Good morning. Welcome to Design Everything. What can I help you with today?”
