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We head to the elevator and down to the lobby that leads us out to Glebe Road. Cozi’s is a couple of blocks away near the Ballston Commons Metro station and have the best freshly baked bagels in the area. On the way back to the office, I check my phone to find no response from Kade. It doesn’t even show he’s read it. Erin is saying something to me, so I stuff it back in place and will myself to focus on the conversation. We make it upstairs, separating to enjoy our breakfast.
“I have all the notes for the Harrington Hotel presentation. I’m going to the conference room to get a head start on setting things up. Meet you in there?” Erin peeps her head in after a few minutes have passed.
“Yes, I’ll be right behind you.”
I stand, picking up my laptop, charger, and stopping to get my phone out of my coat pocket on the way. I smile to a few passing colleagues as I take the short stretch to the meeting room. When I arrive, Erin and Lauren are chatting and laughing like old friends, but I’m not sure about what exactly. I smile and joke about missing out on the good conversation.
Once I’m certain all the equipment is up and running, I peek at my phone, noticing that Kade still hasn’t sent a reply. I’m sure he’s busy as he is most days, but I can’t really worry about that now. As I flip the device on its face, our receptionist, Melissa, escorts in two sharply dressed and equally attractive men. Similar in height, yet distinctive in their own right.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” I say, walking over to them and holding out a hand. “I’m Jessica Daly. I’ll be presenting for you this morning.” I move to shake the other’s hand before introducing my team. “This is Erin. She worked closely with me on this program, and I believe you know Lauren.”
“We do,” they say in unison.
“Mike, Johnny. It’s so good to see you both again.” Lauren gives them each a hug. “You’re in good hands with Jessica. She’s one of our top developers. You’ll love her work.”
“She’s already impressed us thus far,” Johnny says pleasantly.
“Shall we get started?” I ask, pointing them to their seats and make my way to the front of the room.
“In front of you, you’ll find a hard copy printout of today’s showing to follow along, if you’d like. At the end, we’ll discuss any potential changes. Once we’ve finalized it all, I’ll email the final program with instructions and suggestions on how to best implement it within your organization,” Erin goes through her normal spiel then turns it over to me.
“Thank you, Erin! Gentlemen, if you’ll take a look at the screen, I’ll begin,” I add using a remote cursor to control the slides and start my demonstration.
The training I designed for Harrington took nearly three hours to demonstrate, and that was the short version of it. Once I incorporate the small tweaks they’ve asked for, it’ll top out at a fully functional, self-paced course that can be completed in as little as two weeks. That’s if the student takes the slow track to finishing the program. Now in my office, I set my things down and quickly glance at my phone for the time. I have another showing in about an hour and want to prepare for it.
Clicking on my text messages, I see that Kade finally read the message. The time stamp shows he did so about two hours ago, but still there’s no response from him. Instantly, my nerves get the best of me, and I have to stop myself from outwardly panicking. Fuck, I knew it was a bad idea. I should have stuck to my rule. No pictures! Kade’s been so responsive to all my messages and calls, so I would think this sort of text would prompt me an immediate retort. With his desire to see me, I felt he would love the picture and flood my cell with words of admiration. What if he doesn’t adore my image? We never talked about our body types, features, or nationalities for that matter. What if I’m not what he was expecting? See, this is exactly why I said no in the first place.
“Jessica, sorry. Your next client wants to see if we can push the meeting up a few minutes. They’re already in the conference room,” Erin says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Um. Yes, tell them I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes,” I say without looking up from my phone. From my peripheral, I see her nod and head down the hall.
Straightening my shoulders, I release a nervous breath and type a new message: I’m sorry. Forget I sent that.
Without waiting for a response, I drop the phone on the desk and rush out with my laptop in hand.
Kade
I wouldn’t dare, I speedly type into the text field when I return from lunch with my mother. She surprised me with a visit to my LA office. Both she and my father are heading to New York to attend the Contrarian Gala organized by my cousin, Jackson Mitchells, and wanted to stop in for a chat.
Jessica’s messages caught me off guard in more ways than one. I nearly dropped my phone in the sink when I saw her luscious breasts peering out at me through her blouse. Every curve of her frame is now etched in my memory, only strengthening the attraction I have for her. After her speech about autonomy, I forced myself to be content with not knowing what she looked like. But you can bet your ass it was a pleasant surprise to lay eyes on her rich caramel skin. And that ass to hip ratio—fucking insane. Even the little pudge I see through her skirt turns me on. I love my women thick and healthy, and sweet little Jessica doesn’t disappoint.
If it wasn’t for my mom’s lunch request, I would have seen it a lot sooner and responded accordingly. But never one to be rude, I stilled my lust and focused until my mom left for the restroom. She returned too soon, stopping me before I could send a response. So I stuffed the phone in my pocket until now. Nearly two hours later, and the first thing I notice is a new message from Jessica apologizing.
I’m sure my delayed reaction caused some doubt, but I need her to know she has nothing to regret. Except maybe the fact I’m now hooked on her ass and will not stop until she’s mine. Whatever or however long it takes for her to be ready for me, I’ll be there to claim her. After a couple of hours with no word from her, I sent another text.
I thought we weren’t sending pictures *winky face emoji*. What changed?
She begins typing but stops, the three bubbles immediately disappearing. It isn’t for another ten minutes before she finally answers me.
I still don’t want to send face photos, but I wanted to show how much you…inspire me * smiley face emoji*.
I’m glad you did. Your body is amazing, sweets. Next time, unbutton the shirt all the way.
Next time? That’s a one-time deal.
Shame! I’d love to see and admire every crevice.
So you do like the curves?
