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“The way of the future,” I tell her and receive an almost smile.
“You've been busy over the holidays?” Carina asks.
I detect a hint of possession in her voice which warms my heart. She doesn't want my attention straying away from her.
As if.
Can I tell her how I had to sit through a business dinner last night with a colleague and a woman who was obviously a set up? Brought along as evening entertainment for the out-of-town client. She was a smart woman, very attractive and polished. But all I could do was compare her to Carina. Who I only knew then as Red.
After my host, Charlie, paid the check, the woman went to the washroom and he took the obviously pre-arranged opportunity to duck out with mutterings about his wife. That left me with a few minutes alone at the table. Time in which I thought of the girl with the limpid eyes attached to me from across the store.
Her dewy beauty was the cocoon for a spirited little minx inside. Obviously I had no idea if that was a fact but something about her was intoxicating. And her hot little body didn't detract from the delicious package.
The woman returned and feigned surprise that Charlie was gone, but sat back down anyway, clearly willing to spend the night. Any other time I'd have taken her up on the unspoken agreement, knowing it would require only fifteen minutes of chat about her life to get her upstairs in my bed.
But I just couldn't be bothered. It was pointless and unfair to the woman, when I knew there was no way I'd be there for her, not with Red constantly on my mind.
“Yes, but not with anything important,” I assure Carina, loving how her eyes relax slightly with relief. “Or interesting.”
The blond's been playing with her phone and the little dog has been nursing her cocktail, giving me the chance to spend this time with Red. But it's not enough. Now I have her with me, I want her completely to myself. Where I can explore every part of her, body and soul.
I tried to stay away. Knowing I could never have gone to dinner at her father's house harboring these illicit desires for his daughter. But something’s happening here. The air bubble around our table is sparking with the tension between Red and I.
There's no way I could stop this now even if I tried.
