Blackbird (A Stepbrother Romance #1)(44)
I had a suite to myself in the upperclass dorm. I could afford it, after all. That meant I had my own bathroom and was treated to the sight of Eve traipsing naked through the room to pluck a cleanish towel from the pile by the bathroom door and step inside. She started the shower and steam poured through the door. Eve liked hot showers more than anything. After lying there for a few minutes to catch my breath I got up and followed her in, slipped into the shower behind her and started soaping up her back. She had her hair in a wet cord, thrown over her shoulder. After she stood under the water, shivering from the chilly air despite the scalding steam, it was my turn to soap up. She did my back first, and she pressed against me and wrapped her hands lightly around my cock.
“I thought you had class,” I said.
“I do, but I don’t want to leave you like this.”
She pressed her cheek against my back and stroked my cock in her hands. I could almost feel her smiling. It never took her long this way. Soon I was fully hard and not long after that I was leaning on the wall while she quickly, lightly stroked me off. I groaned loudly as I lost in her hand, cupped around the pulsing tip of my shaft. She let the water sluice her hands clean, leaned against me to kiss my cheek, and stepped out.
When I was actually washed up, I stepped out after her. By now she was dressing, already wearing a pair of sweat pants and a bra as she dried her hair. I went over and flopped on the bed. I had no classes until noon. Eve pulled on a t-shirt and then a hoodie I gave her last year. She always left so damned early for class, but she liked to be the first one in the room for whatever reason. I stood up to kiss her before she left, and gave her butt a squeeze while I was at it. She giggled and batted my hand away and gave me a look that said later, and then she was off.
I sprawled out on the bed and watched the clock. Around eleven I got up for real, after half-dozing for an hour or so, thinking about having Eve again. I rose, put on something halfway presentable, and grabbed my notebooks. Eve practically took a bookstore to class with her. I carried the bare minimum, the notebooks I needed and some pens. I’d take my laptop if I needed it, but I didn’t today. It was a leadership course, a senior seminar type thing, and I’d spend most of my time listening to the self proclaimed eccentric professor bullshitting. You’ve met the guy, even if you’ve never met him specifically. He liked to mention early and often how he was rich running all these companies and quit to be a business professor instead. He assigned a book because he had to and told the students not to buy it, and half the classes were lectures about shoes or TED talks. He liked this one from a guy that got high with a bunch of different cultures. Once in a great while we actually talked about business ethics.
You can imagine how much I was looking forward to that. Resigned, I headed out the door. Then my phone rang.
I didn’t know the number. I leaned against the wall by the door.
“Hello?”
“Mister Amsel?” a female voice said.
I blinked a few times. “Who’s this?”
“My name is Brittany Andrews. I work at the company.”
“What company?”
“Your company,” she said. “I need to talk to you.”
“So, talk.”
“In person. I’d rather not do this over the phone. I don’t feel safe.”
I blinked a few times. “Fine. I get out of class this afternoon. I’ll pick up my girlfriend and…”
“No. It has to be soon, and alone. This is a big deal, Mister Amsel. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay. A public place, then. Where are you, anyway?”
“I’m at work at the company. In Philadelphia.”
“It’s going to take me over an hour to get there. There’s a coffee shop on the corner outside the office.”
“Too close. Someone might see me.”
“Fine. I know a pizza place on Market street, at third. Right on the corner.”
“That will work. I’ll be waiting for you.”
She hung up on me.
I stared at the phone. This was like some next level spy movie shit. I did have class, but no one would care if I skipped and Eve would gladly help me with the homework from my afternoon class. Still, I’d be gone for a while.
It was a long drive. Eve made me promise to stop getting so many speeding tickets after they threatened to yank my license, so I took it slow and easy. Almost an hour and a half later I was cruising downtown Philly looking for a place to wedge the Firebird into a parking spot. I finally gave up and pulled into a paid lot, and walked down to the pizza place. In the afternoon it had grown warm, t-shirt weather. When I stepped into the pizza place, a woman stood up from a wrought iron table where a half-eaten pepperoni personal pizza sat before her. She saw me and headed over.
I’m going to admit it. She was hot, very hot. Tall, and shapely in a way that shows under conservative business attire. Long legs that looked great in spiked heels, and curly bright red hair in a frizzy ponytail. She had a kind of no makeup look going, and bright green eyes. High cheekbones, a heart shaped face, the works. A few years ago I’d have already been working on getting her number and getting her guard down, but today I shook her hand. Her attractiveness was a quality that I noted, just something that was there. It wasn’t something I imposed on myself, it wasn’t discipline, it just was. All of a sudden I went from a ladies’ man to a man that could only see two women in the world. Eve, and the other ones.