Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Sebastian
“I don’t know why you’re doing this, Sebastian,” Eli commented as he pulled in front of the Time Warner Center.
“What do you mean? I’m meeting Damien for dinner.”
“Of all the places in New York City, you have to dine at the same restaurant that Miss Kane is dining at?”
“Pure coincidence, my friend.” I smiled as I climbed out and saw Damien waiting for me in front of the building.
We took the stairs up to the third level, and when we reached the restaurant, my eyes did a quick scan for Chloe.
“How many, Mr. Bennett?” the hostess asked as she smiled at me.
“Dinner for two, and I want that table right there.” I pointed.
“Actually, that table is reserved for someone else.”
“Well, un-reserve it.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out a fifty-dollar bill, and handed it to her.
She willingly took it from my hand and then looked down at her seating chart.
“It’s been un-reserved. Follow me.”
Shaking his head, Damien spoke, “What’s that all about?”
“I like that table.”
I heard my name as we followed the small framed hostess to our table.
“Sebastian?”
I looked over and saw Chloe sitting down with a woman and a man.
“Chloe? What are you doing here?” I pretended to act surprised.
“Having dinner with my friends. Sebastian, this is my best friend, Sienna, and her friend, Sam.”
“‘Ello, mate.” Sam smiled as he stood up and extended his hand to me.
“Nice to meet you, Sam. Sienna, it’s a pleasure. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I’m sure you have.” She grinned. “It’s nice to meet you finally. I was beginning to think Chloe made you up.”
“Chloe, this is my friend, Damien.”
“Nice to meet you.” She flashed her beautiful smile.
“Well, we better sit down. Enjoy your dinner. It was nice to meet both of you, and it was a pleasure seeing you again, Chloe.” I smirked.
Our table was next to theirs, and I ensured my seat faced Chloe. Occasionally, I would glance over at her, only to find her observing me. As soon as our eyes met, she would look away. She didn’t lie about going out tonight. She already had dinner plans, and it pleased me that she told the truth.
Damien leaned across the table and whispered, “Another one of your sex toys? Why haven’t I met her before?”
“No. She’s the one I met in London.”
Damien Walters was a good friend of mine who also happened to be the vice president of my acquisitions department. We met five years ago when his company went under, and I purchased it. I was highly impressed by his credentials. Being a Harvard graduate, he had a keen sense of business.
“Oh. She’s sexy as fuck,” he whispered.
I shot him a look, and he leaned back in his chair.
“Normally, that doesn’t bother you. What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I replied as I took a sip of my bourbon.
Chloe
I could feel his stare, even if he wasn’t looking at me, and my body fluttered at the thought of what happened in my office earlier this afternoon. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since he left, and to see him here tonight was bliss. Sienna knew something was up because she got up and announced to Sam that we were going to the restroom.
As we stepped inside, she lightly grabbed my arm.
“Okay. What happened to you today? And don’t say nothing because you’ve been glowing like a firefly on a hot summer’s night since you walked in here.”
Setting my purse on the counter, I dug for my lipstick.
“He came into the gallery today and —”
“You had sex with him in the gallery?!” she shrieked.
I looked under the stalls to make sure nobody else overheard her mouth.
“Keep it down. No. Not really.” I smiled.
“What do you mean ‘not really’?”
“He just made me orgasm, and then he left.”
The shocked expression that overtook her face made me laugh.
“What do you mean he made you orgasm? You said you didn’t have sex.”
I held up my index finger.
“Oh,” she let out in a long drawl with wide eyes.
“He texted me and asked me to dinner. I declined because I was meeting you and Sam, so he came to the gallery and told me he wanted to give me something so I would think about him tonight.”
“Fuck! That is so hot! I need a man like that.” She pouted.
“You have Sam for the next week.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know. Somehow, I don’t think he’ll be a Sebastian.”
“You’ll survive.” I smiled as I put my lipstick in my purse. “I have to pee. I’ll meet you back at the table.”
After washing my hands, I dried them off, and when I opened the bathroom door, I found Sebastian leaning up against the wall with his hands pushed in his pockets.
“Hi.” I smiled.
“Is anyone else in there?” he asked.
“Umm. No. It was just me.”
The next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine as he pushed me back into the bathroom, his hands planted firmly on each side of my face.
“Are you going straight home after here?” he asked as he broke our kiss.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll be over after I finish dinner. We have some unfinished business from this afternoon.”
His eyes stared into mine as he kissed my lips one last time before leaving the bathroom. I stood there frozen as I tried to process what just happened, my heart beating rapidly and an ache down below that was screaming with desire.
When I arrived home, I kicked off my shoes and went to the bedroom to strip out of my clothes and put on my satin robe. When he got here, there would be no time wasted, but somehow, I had a feeling it was going to be a fuck and leave situation, something I didn’t want. I wanted to fall asleep with his strong arms wrapped tightly around me while my head lay on his muscular chest.
The door buzzer rang, and I let him up. I stood in the doorway in my robe, and he smiled as he brushed his lips against mine and kicked the door shut with his foot. He wasted no time untying my robe and sliding it off my shoulders.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he growled as his eyes raked over my naked body.
Taking off his suit coat, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the ground, along with his shoes and pants. Grabbing my arms, he pushed me up against the bare wall that sat opposite the kitchen. His urgency to fuck me could no longer be contained, and his determination to take me against the wall heightened my arousal. His lips caressed my neck as his fingers plunged inside me. I gasped, and a low moan escaped deep within his chest.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.
“What kind?”
“The pill. Why?”
“I don’t want to wear a condom tonight.” His pleading brown eyes locked on mine.
Our mouths met, and a sensation of warmth engulfed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and placed my hand on the back of his neck while he thrust inside me with deep, long strokes as his arms held me up effortlessly. I panted as he moved in and out of me, digging my nails into the back of his neck as the wave of an orgasm came in and swept me away. He moaned as sweat dripped from his forehead.
“Turn around, baby, and face the wall,” he commanded as he unwrapped my legs from his waist.
I did as he asked. His hands latched onto my breasts, and his tongue slid up and down my spine before he thrust into me from behind. Letting go of my breasts, he placed his hands against the wall and rapidly moved in and out of me, letting soft whispers of ecstasy escape his lips. One last deep thrust, and he slowed down, filling me up with his come. He placed one arm around my waist and gently lowered us to the ground. We lay there, his heart beating fiercely against my back as his lips pressed against my shoulder. My hand wrapped around his arm, never wanting him to let go. I could feel his cock soften, and he pulled out of me.
“How was your dinner?” he asked.
I turned my head and looked at him. Smiling, I spoke, “It was good. How was yours?”
“Perfection now that I’ve had my dessert.”
He got up from the floor and held his hand out to me. After helping me up, he picked my robe up from the floor and slipped it over my shoulders as he kissed my lips.
“I have to get going. I have an early meeting tomorrow morning.”
Disappointment shot through me, killing my extremely good mood.
“I want you to stay the night.”
“And I want to, but I can’t. You understand, right?” He cupped my chin in his hand.
“Yeah. I understand.”
“Good. I knew you would.”
I watched him as he got dressed, and then I walked him to the door.
“I’ll be in touch. Thank you for a beautiful evening.” He smiled as he kissed my forehead and then my lips.
Shutting the door, I stood there and stared at it as thoughts escalated in my head. Thoughts of Sebastian, the mind-blowing sex we had, and the way he always left after. The only night he stayed was in London, and that was because it was his hotel room, but he was sure as shit gone the next morning. Concerns filled my mind at the possibility of him using me for his own sexual pleasure. It was too late for me. My attachment to him wasn’t only physical. For now, the emotional attachment settled in, leaving me feeling rejected and used.