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The name popped out at her. Automatically, her hands tightened around the too-hot coffee cup she held. Picking up her cellphone, she compulsively dialed his number. Her mind fought to rage at her actions, but her thumb tapped in the digits and the phone started ringing in her ear.
Hang up! What are you doing? Hang up!
No!
Her soul, her pussy, her throbbing, almost numb ass ached for more. Four rings and she finally hung up. Her chest was rising and falling in rapid breaths. Her head pounded with frustrating helplessness. What have I done?
I will not call him again. It was a sign. He hadn’t taken her call. This chapter of her life was surely over.
“Oh!” She jumped as the cellphone rang on the table, vibrating, fraying her senses. She grabbed it and her heart stopped beating. It was Damon. Timidly, she picked up.
“Katie?” he asked. When no sound escaped past her lips, she swallowed. “Katie?” he repeated questioningly.
Her brow furrowed. He seemed very normal over the phone. His magnetism, his aura of impending doom and authority was far, far away.
She forced herself to reply. “Yes, it’s me.”
A sigh – an exhale of relief almost – and Katie clutched her phone tighter.
“Would you like to come over right now?” he asked in the same, normal voice. It was deep and husky, but there was no sign of a sexual overture in his tone.
“Where?” she asked without really fighting it this time. It had suddenly started to seem very, very right.
“I’m at my place.”
She paused, waiting for him to say more. She felt like he was awaiting her fuming response to tell him to go to hell. That would have been what any sane woman would do. Stupid stupid Katie! “Can I have the address?”
An hour later, she was standing outside his apartment building. Her throat was stuffed full of cotton wool it seemed. All her dejection over never being able to find a job again was depleted. She was frenzied with the need to see what Damon Meade was all about.
At the building reception, the man in charge checked his register and immediately led her forward. He pushed in a key bedside the elevator, and Katie realized it was a private one. It headed straight up, scarily unstoppable, and when the doors finally opened, she paused.
Her eyes expanded and she surreptitiously let them flick from one side to the other. It had opened directly in a magnificent penthouse apartment, which was lit with the daylight. One side of the living room was fully glass, shining spotlessly. The Chicago skyline lay before her eyes, and timidly, she stepped forward.
“Hi, Katie.” Damon’s voice made her twirl around.
His brow creased and then relaxed as he grinned. She was dressed in a pale lavender dress, which contrasted beautifully with her olive skin and large brown eyes. Her hair, which had been messed up and tangled in disarray when he had seen her, lay over her shoulders in soft waves. He hadn’t expected her hair to be so long, and it fell in artless beauty down her back. He stepped forward and Katie’s pussy reverberated in tingling feelings. She pursed her lips in embarrassment. If the man knew what her state was at the moment, she would be the one he would assume perverted and deviant.
“Is it really you?” he mocked, smiling gorgeously.
Katie blushed and fought back a smile. “Yeah I took a shower,” she said bluntly, her eyes shining with mirth.
He chuckled and pushed his hands into his pants pocket. Even ten feet away from her, there was tangible, electric sexual energy connecting them. Damon surveyed the beauty in front of him. He had an eye for beauty. He had been anticipating a change in her, but not an effect so startling. Her eyes touched with mascara, her lips soft and pouty with lipstick, she looked exotic and ethereal.
“Would you like something to drink?”
She nodded nervously. “Water, please.”
His eyes twinkled and he motioned toward the sofas. She sank into one of them, crossing her stocking clad legs. When he handed her a glass, it was definitely no water.
“Uhh,” she said sheepishly. “I don’t think I should be drinking.”
“I think you should be,” he said simply, sitting beside her but leaving a seat vacant in the middle. She tilted to the side, and could not bring herself to return the sparkling drink in her hand. His words had been tinged with authority, with a leashed fierceness that she didn’t want to explore. Not yet.
“So, how was your day?”
Katie blushed at the blunt question. It had been that very morning when she had seen him in a café, then found him outside her apartment, and then let him smack her ass…
“It was good.”
