Page 16 of Good Intentions, Vol. 3

Chapter Eight

Nick

Feeling like a kid who’s about to see his crush in a school cafeteria, I look up to see if Heather and Eric Matthews are here.I haven’t seen her in a week.It’s been the longest week of my life. Now, now I can barely sit still.

“Fucking hell,” I groan when I see her.

She’s wearing a tight black dress. It comes just under her knees. It’s nothing special, but on her body, it looks spectacular and the glimpses I get while she walks behind a waiter as her white coat opens up a little with her every step has my cock hardening in its attempt to get to her.She’s breathtaking. Her blonde hair is in a high ponytail today and away from her face. I track her arm as she brings it to her face to move a strand that escaped the ponytail and my eyes rest on her red lips.

Goddamnit.

Those lips.

I squash the urge to get up, throw her over my shoulder and take her somewhere where I can kiss her first, then make her take my dick into her mouth so I can watch that red lipstick make a mark on it.

“Thompson, you’re already here,” Matthews greets me and I stand up. I have to smile as Heather widens her eyes and tries to hide her surprise with a polite smile and a shy greeting.

“Miss Turner,” I lean over the table and place a chaste kiss on her cheek. Yeah, I know that’s no way someone would greet a business partner but after all those phone calls and hearing her sighs of pleasure just from me sending her flowers, I have to reward myself somehow. Otherwise, I’ll end up kidnapping her.After they’re seated, drink orders were taken and menus delivered, the business part of this lunch begins.It’s obvious that Heather had no idea that I would be here, or that this is a business lunch.I don’t know what Matthews is playing at since this is not the first time that he threw her right in front of me without telling her I will be there. If he is suspecting something happened between us while she worked at me, he never came and asked openly. Maybe the man is simply testing her abilities.If that’s the case, he should be impressed.Throughout the whole meal she never once faltered, always had ready answers and actively participated in all discussions.I can’t help but feel pride.It’s clear that one day she’ll take her place at the top right next to Eric and I and I can’t wait.

“Heather, how’s Luke? I haven’t seen him in a while.” Eric’s question has me focusing on her. For some reason she looks nervous and when she catches me looking at her, downright frightened.

What the fuck?

“Oh, I don’t think that Nick will mind if we have a little chat,” Eric tries to assure her, and he’s absolutely right. I don’t mind. I want to hear what she has to say.

“He’s fine, sir,” she smiles to the man, giving him this bullshit answer.

I try to catch her eyes to figure out why she's so on edge suddenly, but she won’t look at me.

“When will he finally join us for lunch?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but that won’t be possible.” She’s looking everywhere but at me.

“Oh,” Eric mumbles and leaves it at that. He raises his hand and motions to a waiter for our check.

I want to throat punch him for not asking her any more questions.

“Why?” I hear myself ask.

She looks quickly to Eric than back at me and whispers, “Because we broke up.”

Goddamnit, Heather.

“Excuse me,” Eric mumbles, gets up and walks away.

I have a feeling he knew all of this and it was a set-up but don’t have time to deal with it.I have to know.

“When?”

“A week ago,” I barely hear her whispered answer.

At first, I’m unable to move. She played with me for the whole week. All week I begged her to leave him and give me another chance. To give us another chance and she was playing a game.But then, she bites her lip and I lose all the sanity that’s left in me.I stand up, come to her chair and take her arm. Pulling her up I take her in my arms. Her eyes are wide the whole time and she looks around the restaurant but doesn’t stop me.When I have her standing in front of me, I glide my hand from her shoulder blades all the way down to the small of her back, pulling her into me in the process. Her muscles relax beneath my touch and she melts in me.

“You need to be punished, pretty girl,” I mutter and as I lean towards her face I take advantage of her gasp and I kiss her.

I don’t care that this is a business lunch.I don’t care that we’re in the middle of a crowded restaurant.I don’t care that her boss is here and that no one knows what happened to us.All I care right now is the fact that she’s single, I’m single and I can fucking finally do this.The moment my lips touch hers, she stumbles and I pull her all the way into my body and take her ass in my hand. I take advantage of her soft gasp and plunge my tongue into her mouth. I want to strip her naked and fuck her right here, right now. When I feel her hands fisting in my hair pulling me to her even more, the need becomes unbearable.It’s only after the applause erupts that I break up the kiss.

“No,” she gasps and mewls.

“Have dinner with me,” I demand breathing heavily.

I fully expect her to continue playing this game of hers, but she again manages to surprise me when she gulps and breathes, “Okay.”