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With a grin, David snaps the door shut behind him, clicking the lock, and his hands and mouth are on me. I quickly shakemy surprise, my hands gripping his shirt as I kiss him back with everything that I have. This might be the last time I get to kiss him. I’m going to take everything I can get.
David’s fingers deftly unbutton my jeans, slipping inside to find my clit and stroke me. His mouth swallows the mewls and moans I make. Oops, the flight attendants are on the other side of that door. I should probably try to be quiet. It’s hard when David is making me feel so amazing. He spins me around, his lips latching onto my neck as he tugs my jeans and panties down. I brace against the vanity, and his hands grip my waist tightly as he plunges into me. One of his hands moves to my shoulder as he tugs me back to anchor me against his chest. So, so good. I’m going to remember this moment forever. I didn’t think I was going to get this again, so everything is a bonus.
He kisses my neck and the underside of my jaw as he pumps into me, his breath harsh against my throat. Oh,yes. My fingers tighten on the vanity as I come, moaning David’s name.
“Fuck Ani,” he groans as he comes, his frantic thrusts stopping, and he slips out of me. I whimper, wanting to hold on to the feeling of being filled by David for a little longer.
David tugs my panties and jeans back up, zipping his fly, and kisses me deeply. No. It can’t be over. I’m not ready. But it is. He leads me back out to the main plane area. The flight attendants are looking studiously away from us, and a blush stains my cheeks.
When we sit down, I reach for my drink and David settles into the seat beside me. Reaching over, he tangles our fingers together and holds my hand tightly the entire way to Chicago.Maybe there’s a little part of him that will miss me too. I don’t know if that would make things better… or infinitely worse.
There’s a car waiting for us on the tarmac at the airport, and our luggage is loaded into the trunk. When we slide into the backseat, David tugs me over so I’m sitting in the middle, flush against him. He buries his face in my hair and his fingers stroke the back of my neck. I snuggle against him, glad that I get this moment.
Chicago whips past us and too soon, we pull up to the curb at my apartment building. I stare up at it. It is both familiar and achingly foreign. David reluctantly lets me go as the driver unloads my luggage onto the sidewalk.
I climb out turning to bend and say goodbye when I get a face full of David’s chest. He’s climbed out of the car with me. Is he coming upstairs?
“Let’s get this up to your place.”
I open my mouth, but suddenly, I need him to leave now. I can’t have him in my space. I’ll never be able to look at my home again without feeling sad.
“I can manage. Thank you for everything.” I offer a tight smile, my heart shattering. David swallows and nods. He cups my jaw, kissing me slowly and deeply.
“Goodbye Ani,” he murmurs against my mouth with a sigh. The end. I’m totally not ready.
“Goodbye David,” I whisper as he steps back, his eyes burning into mine.
He slides into the car, and it pulls smoothly out into traffic, leaving me standing on the sidewalk beside all my luggage, staring after him, my heart in pieces. I want to sprint after him, screaming and begging him to come back, to stay with me. But I don’t. My feet are rooted to the sidewalk, and my lips are welded shut. The car turns the corner, and it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. Out of my life forever. Except that he can’t be gone. He just can’t. I suck in lungfuls of air, hugging my portfolio to my chest, hot tears sliding down my cheeks.Nowit’s really over.
David
Bile pools in my stomach, creeping up my throat as I drive away from Ani. I’m never going to see her again. This was a fling, and now it’s over. The urge to look back at her is riding me hard, but I clench my teeth and fight it. What if she’s not watching me go? What if she’s just calmly moving her shit upstairs? After all, the whole “no romance” thing was her idea. I think it would kill me if I looked back, and she wasn’t watching me leave. Finally, the decision is taken out of my hands as the car turns out of Ani’s street. Thank fuck.
The driver drops me at the Haven Enterprises offices in The Loop. Cathy, Uncle Bill’s PA who replaced Angie when Timmy up and married her, meets me at the door and escorts me up to Uncle Bill’s office. Cathy decides that she wants to spend the entire walk to his office chatting about Ani and what an amazingjob she did on the designs. I mechanically agree, wishing we could speak about anything but Ani right now.
Cathy ushers me straight into Uncle Bill’s office with a flourish. “I’ll fetch some coffee.”
She leaves, closing the door behind her, the absence of her chatter making the room feel empty. Uncle Bill smirks at me, gesturing to the chairs across the desk, and leans back in his seat.
“She talks more than Angie,” I grunt as I drop into the offered chair.
Uncle Bill grins. “I felt I needed a change.”
I wrinkle my nose. I can’t imagine anything worse than a chatty PA. But Timmy mentioned once that Uncle Bill picked Angie because she called him on his shit to his face the very first time she met him for an interview. Clearly the man has strange taste in personal assistants.
“I take it Ms. Kasan arrived safely home?”
I drum my thumb on the wooden arm of the chair I’m sitting in, my eyes flickering almost insolently up to meet his.
“Delivered right to her stoop,” I agree, unclenching my jaw to speak. He studies me for a long moment, and I fight the urge to squirm. But Uncle Bill nods and pulls up Ani’s designs for Haven Property on his computer, spinning the screen around so I can see them too.
“Cathy has already shortlisted several firms to oversee the design implementation process. You should have the email in your inbox.”
I don’t know these people. It seems wrong to have them come in and make Ani’s vision come to life. But I diligently dig my phone out of my pocket, running through the list as Uncle Bill weighs the pros and cons of each. I ignore Ani’s designs staring me in the face for an hour as we debate the merits of one firm over another.
“This is the best choice. Have your secretary liaise with them to organize the work.”
That’s it then. I have nothing to distract me anymore. The words are out of my mouth before my brain even registers what I’m saying.
