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Fuck it. I’m done holding myself back. Damn the debt, damn Nate, damn even my fucking job.
I want Edwin Lyons above anything else. I’m terrified to know what I’ll give up to have him.
19
EDWIN
Sonia walksinto the staff meeting at the top of next week in the very first dress she tried on, that gray number that makes her look like she’s the captain of some futuristic spaceship in the sexiest way possible.
She strides to the front of the room with all the other managers, as is the way these meetings work.
I hang in the back with Solomon and the higher ups just to keep tabs on things, while the managers do their song and dance.
Today, she looks at me. Hard. Doesn’t stray away from the feeling of my eyes on her. And she smiles.
God almighty, what that does to my heart is unparalleled to any feeling I’ve had before, even being inside her.
Just proves to me that Sonia Hill only gets better with time.
I’ve already watched several people approach her with compliments on her new dress. I can tell, because every time it happens, she looks down the front of her dress and touches it like it’s a treasure.
I’m more than proud to have given her such a gift.
Solomon hums. “Sonia Hill…”
I shoot daggers at him through my eyes. “What about her?”
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “I just never really noticed her before.”
“Never really noticed?!” That’s the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard in my life. She could turn heads a mile away.
Solomon shrugs. “I mean, you know, I’ve always preferred women my own age.”
“And you never fail to brag about it.” I smirk.
My friend shrugs. “What can I say? I’m not stunted, unlike the rest of you.”
I tear my eyes back across the room to Sonia. Yes, she may be my son’s age, but I don’t see her as being young or immature. She’s the one who can tame this wild heart.
Farley walks to the front of the room. “Happy Monday, folks!” Though he’s not one of the managers people report to, Farley can never resist being the star of the show. “We’ve got lots of announcements for this week, so listen up.”
Farley begins to talk about the shutdown that will occur next week in order to finish up the main construction on the whisky tasting room, which will make club attendance untenable, or at the very least, uncomfortable.
It’s hard to remain attentive, though, as Sonia sits up there, her legs crossed, hands folded in her lap.
We keep stealing glances at each other, the smile apparent on her lips.
And on mine. I can’t stop.
Someone is going to start asking about it.
Farley’s voice registers for a second or two. “We have a few new security protocols in place as well, including theinstallation of call buttons in all spaces with safes. They will be placed clandestinely so as to alert the police ASAP.”
I tune him out again and pull my phone out of my pocket, tipping the screen away from Solomon’s prying eye in order to type out a message to Sonia.
I want to kiss every square inch of your body, starting with your beautiful ankles.
Send.
