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Authors: Lavender Parker
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but they were in his contact list. He watched her as she scanned through the numbers, a smile hovering over her lips. “You don't care that I'm looking through your phone?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“ Put your number in there, while you're at it.”
“ Ha.” Annata shook her head, still scrolling through the endless list of names and numbers. Then her eyes lit up. “Mandarin Oriental. Soho Grand. Waldorf Astoria,” she listed. “Mmm-hmm. You're too easy, Van der Kind.”
“ I travel a lot,” he shrugged with a smile. “What's your preference?” He pulled her toward him, catching her off guard. “The Mandarin Oriental is the closest, but I'll take you wherever you want.”
“ Don't you have plans for tonight or something?” she said, her voice light. “Somewhere else to be?”
I'm not done with you,” he whispered in her ear. “Not even close.” Shit, he was getting hard again just hinting about the things he wanted to do to her.
“ Up until two hours ago you hated me. Now you don't?” She held out his phone and he took it back.
“ I didn't hate you.”
“ You called me a cunt.”
“ I said you were acting like a cunt. Besides, you deserved it.”
“ Goodbye, Van der Kind.” She turned to leave but he grabbed her again.
“ I want to eat your pussy,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I want to suck your clit until you come and then I want to fuck you hard and fast while you're dripping down my cock. Then I'll go slow, and kiss you until you fall asleep. That's my only plan for this evening.” With satisfaction, he heard her sharp intake of breath and her body tighten under his hands. He was rock hard now and he resisted the urge to grind his erection against her ass. God, he wanted her. So bad.
“ You are good,” she murmured, giving him a side look.
“ I'm serious,” he said, running his teeth down her neck. As a heart-attack.
“ Christophe,” she said and he felt a foreign feeling – disappointment. Then something close to desperation. She was giving him the brush off. She was going to leave him standing there, unsatisfied. It felt so strange that he stepped back, letting her go. She turned to face him. “I'm going to go.” She sighed, her shoulders drooping. “Maybe I'll see you on Monday.”
“ Today was my last day,” he said. “The internship is over.”
“ Oh.” She looked blankly at the door of the building.
“ Don't think. Just come with me,” he blurted out. He was damn near close to begging, but he refused to stoop to that. Christophe Van der Kind didn't beg. Annata shook her head, putting her hand on the tote bag. He slid it down his arm and handed it to her although his body was screaming not to.
“ I'm sure I'll see you around.”
“ Yeah,” he said, his voice calmer than he felt. “You will.” She smiled, and walked away from him. “This wasn't a mistake,” he called out as she opened the door. “So don't pretend that it was.”
“ Goodnight, Christophe,” she said, giving a small, almost innocent wave. Then he watched her walk through the lobby and disappear around the corner. Brushing off the strange feelings, he headed to the street and hailed a cab. As he opened the car door, he couldn't help but glance back at the building. Then he slid in the cab and sped away. Time to get drunk.
***
Annata stood outside of the apartment door, her hand on the doorknob. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, forcing the arousal out of her system. That man had gotten her all worked up. She could still hear his words in her ear, telling her what he wanted to do to her. And she'd actually wanted to say yes. She'd wanted to go with him and let him fuck her over and over until he got tired of her. But something had stopped her. Self-preservation, maybe. It would be so easy to fall into his trap. It would be fun, and fleeting. It would end as quickly as it began. And that was the problem. Annata didn't know what would happen if she fell
“ Put your number in there, while you're at it.”
“ Ha.” Annata shook her head, still scrolling through the endless list of names and numbers. Then her eyes lit up. “Mandarin Oriental. Soho Grand. Waldorf Astoria,” she listed. “Mmm-hmm. You're too easy, Van der Kind.”
“ I travel a lot,” he shrugged with a smile. “What's your preference?” He pulled her toward him, catching her off guard. “The Mandarin Oriental is the closest, but I'll take you wherever you want.”
“ Don't you have plans for tonight or something?” she said, her voice light. “Somewhere else to be?”
I'm not done with you,” he whispered in her ear. “Not even close.” Shit, he was getting hard again just hinting about the things he wanted to do to her.
“ Up until two hours ago you hated me. Now you don't?” She held out his phone and he took it back.
“ I didn't hate you.”
“ You called me a cunt.”
“ I said you were acting like a cunt. Besides, you deserved it.”
“ Goodbye, Van der Kind.” She turned to leave but he grabbed her again.
“ I want to eat your pussy,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I want to suck your clit until you come and then I want to fuck you hard and fast while you're dripping down my cock. Then I'll go slow, and kiss you until you fall asleep. That's my only plan for this evening.” With satisfaction, he heard her sharp intake of breath and her body tighten under his hands. He was rock hard now and he resisted the urge to grind his erection against her ass. God, he wanted her. So bad.
“ You are good,” she murmured, giving him a side look.
“ I'm serious,” he said, running his teeth down her neck. As a heart-attack.
“ Christophe,” she said and he felt a foreign feeling – disappointment. Then something close to desperation. She was giving him the brush off. She was going to leave him standing there, unsatisfied. It felt so strange that he stepped back, letting her go. She turned to face him. “I'm going to go.” She sighed, her shoulders drooping. “Maybe I'll see you on Monday.”
“ Today was my last day,” he said. “The internship is over.”
“ Oh.” She looked blankly at the door of the building.
“ Don't think. Just come with me,” he blurted out. He was damn near close to begging, but he refused to stoop to that. Christophe Van der Kind didn't beg. Annata shook her head, putting her hand on the tote bag. He slid it down his arm and handed it to her although his body was screaming not to.
“ I'm sure I'll see you around.”
“ Yeah,” he said, his voice calmer than he felt. “You will.” She smiled, and walked away from him. “This wasn't a mistake,” he called out as she opened the door. “So don't pretend that it was.”
“ Goodnight, Christophe,” she said, giving a small, almost innocent wave. Then he watched her walk through the lobby and disappear around the corner. Brushing off the strange feelings, he headed to the street and hailed a cab. As he opened the car door, he couldn't help but glance back at the building. Then he slid in the cab and sped away. Time to get drunk.
***
Annata stood outside of the apartment door, her hand on the doorknob. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, forcing the arousal out of her system. That man had gotten her all worked up. She could still hear his words in her ear, telling her what he wanted to do to her. And she'd actually wanted to say yes. She'd wanted to go with him and let him fuck her over and over until he got tired of her. But something had stopped her. Self-preservation, maybe. It would be so easy to fall into his trap. It would be fun, and fleeting. It would end as quickly as it began. And that was the problem. Annata didn't know what would happen if she fell
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