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“Our appointment at the whisky distillery is tomorrow. I’ll call them and confirm it.” She spoke fast. “You and me checking it together shouldn’t be a problem for Kisharti. We just need to keep it quiet. Also–can you teach me to paddleboard? I thought maybe I’ll check it as a company activity too.”
Blubbering, stuttering, attacking on all fronts, shooting in all directions. The barriers were down, and she was all in. His mouth, suddenly very close, stretched into a genuine smile, and he laid his large palms on her forearms. Her breath hitched and throbs of hot blood rushed to her center. All because this beautiful man licked his lips. He awakened in her sensations that were dormant because she had deadened them deliberately, with work and duties, and plain fear.
“I want to apologize as well. I cornered you, and it wasn’t okay.” The mesmerizing green eyes held her stare.
“I accept,” she said. She still owed him an explanation, and she wished it were that simple. “About paddleboarding? When can I come?” she asked. He told Zoey it was way too early for her, and she hoped he wouldn’t dismiss her too.
“If you come this Friday morning, I’ll teach you to paddleboard.”
“I’ll come!” She grinned with joy. “What time?”
“Six thirty.”
He caressed her hair a little, arranging it on her shoulders, his palms travelling down and stopping at her arms, anchoring her. The briny scent from the Mediterranean mixed with the clean smell of Erez’s shirt, the soapiness of his shampoo. His eyes were focused on her lips, but he clearly wasn’t going to make the first move. Standing on her toes, she caught his juicy bottom lip and sucked it lightly, hearing his sharp intake of breath. Their mouths met and locked. She grabbed his biceps as he deepened the kiss, humming, making vibrations travel down to her lower belly, and heating her insides.
“Dafna! Is that you?”
Erez lifted his head. Dafna blinked fast, trying to make her brain work. It took her a second to register that the short haired woman standing next to them was Galia, one of her university friends. They reconnected around a year ago when Dafna brought Galia on to Kisharti as a client.
“Hi!” she said, flustered, taking a small step back, away from Erez.
“What are you doing here?” Galia asked her, staring at Erez “I didn’t know you were into surfing.”
“Erez, meet Galia. She works at FemGen. Galia, meet Erez, he’s a CPA working in G&L. How is it going with you and FemGen?”
“We just closed a round! Ten million! Waiting for the final signatures. FemTech is the hot industry right now. Funds are feeling they ought to show they have a stake in it, so we capitalized on it. When the money comes in, I’m sure we’ll go back to being your clients.”
“Oh? You’re no longer with us?” Dafna was disheartened. It wasn't that easy to regain a client once they left.
“I’m sorry. We had to do cutbacks a couple of months ago, and Kisharti paid the price. I love your product, but my boss thinks it’s too complicated and pricey, and that we haven’t utilized it properly. I’m hoping to bring it back when we get the new funds.”
"Oh, of course..."
“Excuse me,” Erez intervened. “I need to go. Dafna, I’ll see you at the distillery tomorrow. Don’t leave here too late. Traffic can be tough.”
“Ohhh, distillery.” Galia smiled at her.
They exchanged a few more words and then she took Erez’s advice and left for the office, a wide smile on her face the entire drive. She had a date with Erez.
Chapter 23
Three Names That Shouldn’t Be There
He showered again at home. Unlike his daughter, he never sang aloud in the shower, but he almost did so today. Dafna sought him out! Sexy as fuck in her see-through sundress, checking him out when he showered, sucking his lip, and melting when he kissed her back. He was hard and aching to indulge, but he wouldn’t masturbate. He could keep it quiet, but it was perverse doing it when his daughter was sleeping right next door. He loved his apartment, but having a teenaged girl here was proving to be a challenge. The new Tractus position came with a bigger paycheck, and it would help them get a bigger place.
Gal was waiting outside the bathroom when he left the shower, clean, albeit unsatisfied. She had her arms crossed, and she was tapping her feet with exaggeration.
“You shower forever, Abba. What do you do in there?”
Erez ignored her insinuation. Her mother and brothers would be back from the Black Forest next week–he would have the house back to himself, for the usual half week.
After a stretch of subdued, silent mornings, his daughter was finally singing again at breakfast. Even if it was only a warming voice exercise, a Schubert, in which she sang increasingly higher notes.
“You’re in a good mood.”
“Yesterday I nailed ‘Deh vieni non tardar’, my new favorite aria. It’s from the Marriage of Figaro.” Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, which she whipped from side to side energetically.
“Do I know it?”
