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Once inside it, Foster makes a quick phone call, all the while keeping his hand on my knee as he talks. He gives me a couple of squeezes that sends shivers down my spine. I wonder if he meant what he said about having sex in the limo. I patiently wait until he finishes his call by absently looking at the people on the sidewalks. Some of them were in shorts and flip flops while others wore jackets and long pants.
“Paige?”
I turn to Foster as he tucks his phone in his jacket. “Yes?”
“Thank you for coming with me today.”
“You don’t need me. I’m clueless,” I say, self-deprecatingly.
“You aren’t. You know enough about the project.”
“Three hours is not enough time to learn about a project you’ve had in the works for four months.”
“Why do you doubt yourself?”
I cast my gaze down at my lap. “I feel inferior to you.”
Foster’s hand cups my face, bringing it back up, so our eyes meet. “There’s nothing to feel inferior about. You’re perfect.”
He grasps my hand, pulling it to his mouth to kiss. I want to pull away because the dull thud between my legs is reaching a crescendo every time his lips move over my skin. It is becoming uncomfortable, but I also don’t want to mention it to Foster. To my knowledge, there is nowhere to clean myself up if we have sex, and the result might be worse than the discomfort I’m in now. Squirming, I notice Foster’s foxlike smile.
“What’s wrong, my love?”
“Nothing,” I deny. “Why would you think something is wrong?”
“You’re moving around like you have ants in your pants.”
“I’m nervous,” I deflect.
“Don’t be. You’ll do fine. By the way, limit your alcohol to two drinks.”
I gape at him. “You think I’ll get drunk?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Just limit it to two. It’s a business meeting, not a night out with friends.”
I scowl. “I’m not stupid.”
“I never said you were. Don’t turn this into an argument.”
Pulling my hand away from him, I cross my arms and stare out the window. Foster sighs, and a moment later, I hear him typing on his phone. As we near our destination, it becomes clear we were having lunch at The Diamond Square Hotel. Foster put his hand on my arm as we arrive.
“We’re not getting out yet,” he says.
I check my watch. “But, it’s just past noon.”
“It’s part of my strategy to keep them waiting.”
“How do you know they’re not doing the same thing? Maybe we’re the first ones here.”
“We’re not. The hostess, Miranda, texted me. Robertson and his party arrived fifteen minutes ago.”
“Don’t you think it’s rude to keep them waiting?”
“They’re well taken care of. They have drinks and appetizers on my dime. We’ll go in ten minutes.”
I resist when he tries to pull me closer to him. “Leave me alone.”
“Sweetheart, you take things too personally sometimes. I meant no harm.”
