Big Shot(46)
He’d texted her throughout the day to see how she was feeling, which she thought was sweet, and she appreciated his concern and his sexy and humorous messages. They’d made her smile and laugh . . . and also made her realize just how much she was going to miss him after tomorrow, when she no longer had a reason to see or talk to him on a daily basis. Who would have ever thought she’d feel that way about a man who’d once irritated the hell out of her?
“Hello?” Richard said wryly, bringing her thoughts back to the present and the way her friend looked a little miffed that her mind had wandered. “Are you even listening to me, or am I talking to myself?”
“I’m sorry.” She shook her head and focused on him. “Yes, I’m listening.”
He exhaled an exasperated breath. “Well, when are you going to tell Wes?” he asked again. “Or are you not going to tell him at all?”
She still hadn’t made a final decision on the Atlanta job, but she was definitely leaning in that direction. Initially, she’d seen it as a positive career move and a great asset for her resume, but she’d always had reservations about leaving her family to go and live somewhere that was completely new to her. But currently, it was sort of a blessing in disguise, because now that her feelings for Wes had changed, living in another state would give her a fresh start. She wouldn’t have to see him all the time. Wouldn’t have to feel like she’d been stabbed in the heart every time she heard about his escapades with other women.
“Yes, I’m going to tell him,” she pushed out, despite how much the words hurt. “There just hasn’t been a good time to bring it up yet.”
Richard smirked. “Obviously, great sex has been a priority.”
Not so much a priority but a welcome and pleasurable distraction to the alternative of discussing her job offer with Wes. To keep her emotions from spilling over and crowding their way into their temporary affair.
Oh, wait. That had happened anyway.
God, she sucked at having flings—no pun intended. She’d always been a relationship kind of girl and that hadn’t changed, nor had her dreams for her future. It just wasn’t going to happen with Wes, so there was no sense in dragging out the inevitable.
“Tomorrow,” she said, trying to sound more determined than she felt. “I’ll tell him tomorrow once the bet is done.”
It was a fitting way to end their affair, as well.
*
Today is the final day of our bet and your last opportunity to take advantage of my services. Anything come to mind?
Wes grinned as he read the text from Natalie, though the message was like a punch to the stomach and a squeeze to his dick at the same time. A punch because she’d brought up the fact that it was their final day together and a squeeze because his fantasies when it came to her were endless. And after nearly two days apart due to their conflicting schedules, he was excited to see her. Quite the novelty for him.
While most women bored him after a few dates, this woman did the exact opposite. Every time they were together, there was not only heat and attraction but a deeper connection between them that went beyond sexual tension. He’d realized the night at her place when she was sick and they’d just lain in her bed watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, laughing and cuddling together, that what they shared might have started out as a sexfest, but it had morphed into a compatible, intimate relationship that, scarily enough, made him want . . . more.
The fact that he wanted to continue their monogamous relationship should have panicked him, but for the first time in his life, being with a woman felt . . . right. Like he’d found a piece of himself that had been missing, and he never wanted to be without again.
He just wasn’t sure if she felt the same way, and God, the thought of her saying no to more than just sex, to rejecting anything other than an affair with him made his belly roil with nerves and apprehension. He was good enough to f*ck . . . but was he good enough for her to date?
Shoving those troubling thoughts from his mind, he leaned back in his leather chair and tapped out a reply. What kind of services are you offering, Minx? There was innuendo all over that question. Deliberately, of course.
She didn’t hesitate with her answer. Anything and everything.
So many filthy, dirty thoughts played through his mind, but he kept his request simple and PG-rated. For now. Well, for starters, I’d like you to pick up my dry cleaning and bring it to me here at the office.
Hmmm . . . The one word was filled with disappointment, and her next message conveyed those feelings. Not quite what I was expecting, but your wish is my command. I won’t be able to get there until six, is that okay? I’m meeting a client at five for a walk-through and can stop by after that.
Actually, that was perfect for what he had in mind. That’s fine, since everyone in the office will be gone by then. Which brings me around to the second thing I want . . . You. On my desk. Panties off, legs spread, and my cock deep inside your *. It was a fantasy he’d entertained too many times to count over the years with Natalie in the starring role, and now that he had the chance, he wanted it to be reality.
Sounds like a fantastic way to end the bet. She added a cute little devilish emoticon to the end of the sentence.
End of the bet . . . end of them. The less-than-appealing words in Wes’s head mocked him and tapped into those f*cking insecurities he hated so much. He didn’t want anything to end with Natalie, but her last text sounded as though she was having no issues with the end to their fling. And him.