I sat there getting used to the feeling. I waited to see if she’d come back.
But she’d already disappeared into thin air.
Maybe it’s Karma coming back to bite me on the ass, who knows. I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t always treated women as well as I could have. They’re always so desperate for more of whatever I’ll give them, it can be a little too easy to be cruel. I’m not deliberatelytryingto be cruel, but some of these girls just don’t know how to take no for a fucking answer, even when I spell things out for them in black and white. I tell them up front I don’t do relationships but they’re always crying and having meltdowns when it’s time for me to go.
And now, when I’ve actually—finally,against all odds—found the girl Iwantto talk to and be with in whatever way she’s willing to give, all I get is,Y’all have a good night now.
Luckily, little Amelie, I don’t give up that easily.
I get out of bed and take an ice cold shower, which does nothing to tone down my … situation. Since the second I laid eyes on the girl of my dreams, my blood is running hot. My cock is already huge and hard again, just thinking about her.
I’m stepping out of the shower when my phone rings.
“I’m surprised you waited this long,” I answer. I texted him last night. “Good morning, Todd.”
“Morning, Einstein. How’s the hotel?”
“Perfect.”
He’s cautious already. My assistant can read a weather system in two syllables. “I got your text last night. At one a.m.,” he adds. “You want to postpone your return to New York? For aweek?” Like I’ve completely lost my mind.
“Yes.”
His pause contains the distinctive silence of a control freak watching a very detailed mental calendar go up in smoke. “The Black/Gold conference call is Monday afternoon,” he begins. “And you have the Midtown Equity Partners’ dinner on Wednesday?—”
“Move them.”
A longer silence. “Can I ask?—”
“You may not.”
“Is everything?—”
“Everything’s fine. Move the week, leave the jet here and fly yourself home in first class.”
“But—”
“It’s called taking some time off, Todd. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
“Yes. I have. For …otherpeople.”
“I’ve never done it, I realize that. Which is why I’m doing it now.”
“I mean, should I be concerned? Medically?”
I exhale something that’s not quite a laugh. “Medically, no. And I don’t need you contacting my?—”
My phone buzzes with an incoming call. “Sorry, too late,” Todd apologizes, not at all apologetically.
“—brothers,” I don’t get a chance to finish. “Todd?”
“Yes?”
“We’re going to have to revisit the boundaries conversation."
“Of course.” Then, quickly. “I’ll move everything back by one week. And Dallas?”
“What.”
