11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Kat
In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face. I’d lied—I probably had at least two more orgasms in me—but what I’d said about work was true. I needed to get this done and get Jamie off my back. What was with him anyway? He wasn’t usually that harsh. My green eyes locked on my face as I caught my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were pink, and I smirked. The orgasm wasn’t like it had been with him in the flesh, but it was certainly better than usual while alone. That sultry voice in my ear had pushed me higher and turned me on more even though he was miles away. This man would ruin me in all the best ways.
Remembering the piece about where he was taking me, I rushed out of the bathroom to grab my phone off my bed.
Me: Guess who is seeing Ashton Olsson this weekend?
Emma: You slut! How did you manage that? It’s sold out.
Me: Harrison got tickets. He’s taking me on a date.
Emma: You know I’m happy you’re giving him a shot, but I also kind of hate you right now.
I laughed, almost feeling bad about going without her. Maybe I’d have to make it up to her somehow. Glancing toward my desk, I took a deep breath. It was time to get this article going. I would reward myself with Harrison this weekend.
After grabbing my laptop, I propped the pillows up behind me and sat back on the bed. My mind wandered for a moment, wondering if Harrison would be in my bed that weekend. With the way things were going, it certainly seemed like that would be the case. My lips quirked up into a smile as I pulled my notes closer and opened up a new document. Too bad I wasn’t writing a raunchy book instead. I had plenty of material to contribute to that already, and no doubt would have more after this weekend. As I immersed myself in my article, I did my best to ignore thoughts of Harrison’s lips on my skin.
The article took me a couple of days to write, but on Thursday, I revised it and finally sent it to Jamie. I hoped he’d be quick with his notes so I could get it completely finished before the weekend.
As Friday afternoon waned into evening, I gave up hope of hearing back again before the weekend. I sighed as I paced my apartment. I’d have to put it out of my head and focus on enjoying the weekend, but it bugged me, especially after he’d given me such shit about it earlier in the week.
If it was that urgent, why was he taking so long to get back to me? I’d texted him a few times, and he’d only told me he was working on it. Figured I may as well assess my clothing choices for the next night. Wondering where we would go to eat, I grabbed my phone and texted Harrison. We’d texted on and off during the week, but it was obvious we were both trying to wrap things up for work. My body practically vibrated with the desire to see him again.
Me: Any hints about dinner? I’m trying to figure out what to wear.
Harrison: I’d prefer nothing, but if you must, we’re going fancy, baby.
I grinned and crossed to my closet.