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And when she does, all I can think about are the sexy little moans she made the other night when Levi was going down on her.
And I was playing with her tits.
And Wyatt was kissing her.
Fuckme.
There are throngs of people at any given time on the High Line, a kind of elevated park in Manhattan built on an old railroad line. It’s an amazing place for a leisurely stroll above the crazy city streets, where you always have to watch where you are going. There’s no danger of getting hit by a speeding car or bicyclist up here. The scariest thing are the moms with their baby buggies. And the free-range children.
Even though the crowds are thick this evening, it takes me about two seconds to find Amalia.
Like a damn magnet, I’m drawn to her.
She skips up the steps, weaving around the slowpoke tourists, her black hair bouncing around her face, the wind also picking it up the tiniest bit. She’s looking for me and, for a moment, I almost want to hide, that’s how delightful watching her is.
I could look at her all day.
While I could wave, I instead wait for her to find me, which takes mere seconds, like we’re sharing that force that found her for me. Her face brightens when she does see me, her bright red lips stretching into a huge grin. She picks up her pace as she makes her way toward me, her gaze never leaving mine.
I’m so fucked.
She’s wearing a short skirt with her usual combat boots, a top showing the smallest sliver of abdomen, and an oversized leather jacket I’d guess she got at one of the vintage stores that are all over the city.
When she throws her arms around my neck in greeting, I embrace her in return, burying my face in her hair to take a long inhale of something that smells like a mix of citrus and spice.
I have to remind myself to let go.
Loser.
“I just love the High Line,” she says, dodging a bunch of excited school kids.
We start to amble and I realize I could just do this all day instead of actually have the meeting we’re supposed to. But she brings me back down to earth.
“So. We need to discuss Levi’s book.” She cuffs me on the shoulder.
Is she thinking about the other night, like I am?
God, those tits…
But business first.
I nod. “Yeah. Yes, we do. As Levi’s agent, the contract looks pretty good, but I do have a couple questions about it.”
She points to a bench just vacated. “Let’s grab this.”
Propping one leg under herself, she faces me. “It’s so crazy how you can just see into people’s apartments here. That always struck me as so odd about the High Line.”
I follow her gaze into one place with giant windows where you can see through to the other side. And yet the apartment next door to it has thick curtains that probably block out all light. That’s a funny thing about New York. There’s a little bit of everything here.
“I used to come up here with my ex-wife. Andee,” I say without even thinking.
Dammit. Why did I just say that? I never talk about that woman. Hell, last time I saw her, she was talking shit about Amalia. She’d lose her mind if she saw us together again, doing business. The personal and professional kind.
Tough shit.
“You were married?”
I nod and consider changing the subject. I don’t like to talk about that part of my life. But for some reason, today I do feel like talking.
