Mr. Handsome A Billionaire Romance(14)
Of course, we then started wrestling right there in the office and Vanessa walked in, asking if we had something to tell her. The point was that Victor was acting like a silly teenager and it peeved me that I didn’t have that. Now I did and it was ironic, it also felt f*cking good.
You’re silly, ha-ha, I meant you and I. I could imagine her soft giggle and my smile turned into a full on grin. Where are we going by the way? Do I have to dress fancy? I was planning on taking her to a nice restaurant, it was intimate and had great food in good portions. Romello’s was my favorite Italian restaurant in the city.
Yeah, it is kind of fancy. I’ll be wearing a jacket and tie over jeans, so hopefully that gives you an idea. Or a vivid picture in your head and you can imagine undressing me. I sent her a winking face and waited for her reply.
I think I have something to go with that…I have to get back to work, I’ll see you tonight. I wondered if she meant she had something to go with the image of me naked, or what I was going to wear on our date. A vivid image of Christina popped into my head.
When she was soaking wet at the photo shoot I could clearly see her sexy curves through her clinging top and jeans. Her curly hair was glistening with water droplets and a lock of it kept dripping water onto her lips. I was floored with the need I had to lick the water from every inch of her body.
Just thinking about it made my cock stiffen and I forced myself to get it together. I had a meeting with several of my department heads in less than ten minutes, for Pete’s sake. Plus, I wouldn’t push Christina past her comfort zone. I’d go at her pace, well I’d push things a little, if her pace was bailing out of our date, but I would simply do whatever she allowed. I nodded to myself resolutely and finished my salad before heading over to the conference room.
The meeting went routinely, everything was running smoothly, apart from the small fire, of course, but things were cleaning up quickly and the warehouse would be back in good order soon. I just hoped Cromwell wouldn’t think anything fishy was going on. Cromwell wanted our partnership to work, but he was far from having blind faith as well. The rest of my day went by with painful slowness.
When I got home, I quickly showered, changed, and then headed over to Christina’s place. I was thirty minutes early, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped inside her building and used the intercom so she could buzz me up.
“Jeffrey?” her voice was a little flustered, I wondered if she had to run to get to the intercom.
“Yeah, it’s me, I’m a little early,” I said while feeling kind of lame. It’s like I was a freaking ninth grader about to go on his first date. Maybe I should have stayed home and forced myself to wait it out.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll buzz you up,” she said before I heard the buzzer and the door leading to the stairs opened up. I walked to the third floor and knocked on 3B. She opened the door a few seconds later and I had to physically restrain myself when I saw that she was in a towel, her hair was piled high on her head with a few escaped tendrils falling into her face. “I was just getting into the shower. Make yourself at home, there’s beer in the fridge if you want.”
She quickly scurried into the bathroom and I stepped fully inside, closing the door behind me. I heard the shower start up and the image of her wet from the rain came barreling to the forefront of my mind.
I went right to the fridge. She had four bottles of Yuengling and I smiled at her choice in beer. Not bad at all. I grabbed one, popped the cap, and then took a long swig. The sound of the shower running as background ambiance was almost painful. I had wanted nothing more than to rip that towel away from her smooth brown skin when she opened the door and explore her every curve and peak.
I tried hard not to even peek inside the bathroom like a weirdo. I glanced around the open space. It was a nice studio apartment, hardwood floors and decorated in nice pastels. She had a balcony and a nice view of the street, too. The kitchen was updated with granite counter tops and a breakfast bar. She had a distinct living room area and her bedroom area was sectioned off on a step lower than the rest of the apartment. I wondered how much this place cost her, or how much Marissa was paying her.
Urban Plus was a high end modeling agency, so maybe that’s how Christina could afford the place. Then she did say that her father was an investment banker so he probably helped her out with rent. The shower turned off and my eyes glued themselves to the bathroom door, just waiting for her to have to come out to the main room to change.
I prayed that she had maybe forgotten panties or something in the wardrobe across from her bed. The door cracked open and I put my beer down on the breakfast bar, she poked her head out and smiled at me, seeming embarrassed.
“Would you mind…um, going in my night stand over there and pulling out a pair of panties for me?” Would I mind? Hell no. I nodded and went directly where she pointed to get the panties for her. I pulled out a black lacy pair and then glanced over my shoulder.
“Do you need a bra too?” I asked, she bit her lip nervously, she was obviously mortified I had to do this for her. I didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Yeah actually…it’s in the drawer below that one,” she said and I found the matching bra to go with her panties. There was no way I wasn’t getting to see her in those before the night was over. I went to hand her the underwear and she gripped the towel against her chest tightly before taking them from me.