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“It’s not you. I’m going through another bout of insomnia. I’m tired, that’s all.”
“Hmm...it’s been a while since your last bout. Are you sure you don’t want to talk to your doctor about it?”
I shrug even though she can’t see me. “It’s fine. After a week or so it will die down.”
“Sleepy?”
Her voice is so soothing. “Hm.”
“Did I ever tell you about the first time I visited Chicago?” I sigh. She’s doing it. Talking low, soothingly until I slip into sleep.
***
Chris
From the stree
t out front a fire truck honking yanks me out of sleep. I blink blearily. Snatching my cell off the floor, I see it’s a little after six in the morning. Muttering thanks to the asshole fire truck, I roll off the chair. My body protests, bitching about being folded up. I’ve slept in worse positions in worse places; all I care about is I feel twenty times better than I did this time yesterday when I was just getting to sleep at six. A long soak in the overpriced jetted bathtub, which has paid for itself five times over since it was installed, is what I’m needing over a shower.
I turn on the tub before I get undressed. As soon as I’m in, my mind turns to Amelia. It’s weird, usually as soon as a woman’s out of sight she’s very much out of mind, at least until I’m in the mood to fuck. Amelia is definitely the game changer Travis called her. I’m already anticipating the verbal sparring she tries so hard at.
Then I remember the moment when her eyes went wide yesterday; hell, even I was surprised by what came out of my mouth. As messed up as my parents were, I hadn’t given up on the idea of a wife, two point four kids and a dog. It was only after striking out twice in relationships I wrote the whole thing off. Babies, with Amelia...it was as crazy as it sounded. Only the second it was out I not only meant it, for a hard fucking minute I wanted it as badly as I wanted her. Little girls, with bright green eyes, sassy mouths and their mama’s smile.
The idea makes my cock hard as I put the jets in motion. I love this damn bathtub, it has everything from saved settings to a timer, and it’s big enough to fit four people in it. I can’t wait to get Amelia in it. I chuckle at the way my cock bobs in the water. Imagining her reaction when she sees me, I go limp. Something tells me not only is Amelia a good girl, she’s a good girl without much experience.
My cock isn’t easy even for women who are very experienced. At ten inches, most women are happily willing; the problem is I’m as thick as my wrist. Once I’m inside them, women love it, it just takes a lot of work for them to take me. Which is the reason I’ve learned to take my time, to enjoy bringing a woman to the point of where she isn’t afraid of my cock, she’s begging for it.
Shit, time’s up. Drying off, a glance in the mirror has me shrugging off shaving for the day. It’s too damn cold and I look good with the scruff. I go into the walk-in closet. I prefer jeans and a T-shirt, though if I have to I can do the slacks and polo shirts. I noticed I surprised Amelia with the suit I wore Wednesday.
While suits aren’t my first choice, I’m not uncomfortable in them. I have over a dozen, most of them Savile Row, the others Armani. Wednesday, I wore the suit because I was picking up eight new shirts I had made as well as three new suits. After trying them on, I stayed in my favorite. I decide to go with an Armani in black with a white shirt and sapphire-blue tie for today. I take out the diamond stud in my ear, then put in a round ball onyx stud. With a last smoothing of my tie, it’s time to go.
When I step out of the elevator the peroxide blonde I insulted is stiff as she nods at me. “Ms. Bishop is waiting in her office for you. I’ll let her know you’re here.”
“Thanks.” I wink as I walk away.
“Hey there, gorgeous. How are you doing today?”
Mary gives me a welcoming smile. “I’m good, thank you for asking. Let me take your coat.”
I slip off my coat; is she eyeing me? The answer is clear when she blushes at my cocked eyebrow. I push open the frosted glass door to find Amelia at her desk, humming along to Eminem’s “Soldier.” Fuck, when am I going to stop going hard every time I see her or think of her? When she sees me, she clicks her mouse and the barely audible song disappears. I smile, I would never have pegged Amelia as an Eminem fan. “Good morning, sugar. Sleep well?”
It’s obvious she didn’t, I’m an asshole for twisting the knife. What? I love knowing she wants me. I never said I was a good guy. “Yes, thank you for asking.”
“That’s five, Amelia. At this rate you won’t be able to sit down on your sweet ass for days.”
Watching her blush bloom, then spread down her beautiful neck is satisfying. “Will you please behave? They’ll be here any minute.”
“Depends. Sleep well?”
She closes her eyes tightly. “No, okay? I didn’t sleep well.”
“How hard was that?”
“Mr. Baldwin, Raymond Pentonie and his attorney will be here shortly. I need to know you’ll trust me to handle this negotiation. Are you going to, or not?”
I nod. “Yes, you’re the expert here. It doesn’t matter how much I want you, this is business. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you to handle this.”
Tilting her head, her relief is clear. “Good, thank you.”
