Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Eden
This is the very reason why some adults need to wear bibs.
I stare down at the large red splotch on the front of my white blouse.
Everyone in the office has been raving about the spaghetti at Calvetti’s so I put in an order for take-out.
I admit it’s the best pasta I’ve ever had, but I dropped a forkful of sauce onto my blouse.
Dammit.
I glance around my empty office to the darkness in the corridor beyond it.
I’m the only one here.
There’s no harm in running the blouse down to the dry cleaners two blocks over.
They’re open until nine.
The only problem is that I have nothing to put on to replace my shirt. I can’t race around Manhattan in a lace bra.
I suppose I could, but I’d rather not get arrested for indecent exposure. One plus is that I would save big on attorney fees since I’d represent myself.
I giggle as I think about my defense.
“Your honor, I blame it all on the tomato sauce,” I say as I unbutton my blouse. “I had to make a choice. Save the shirt, or save face. I chose the shirt because it fits perfectly.”
I hold open the front of the blouse. “I present Exhibit A. My breasts. They look amazing in this blouse.”
“They look better out of it.”
I spin on my heel at the sound of the familiar male voice coming from the doorway of my office.
A smile slides over Dylan Colt’s lips. “What the fuck is going on here, and how do I get in on this action?”
I wrap the sauce-stained blouse around me. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I just asked you that same question.” He glances past me to the view of Manhattan through the window of my office.
It’s dark, so all that awaits the eye is a sprinkling of lights from the buildings across the street.
“You realize people can see in here, right?”
My gaze darts over my shoulder to the window. “I’m not naked, Dylan.”
“Close.” He exhales on a sigh. “Take off the blouse. You can wear my jacket.”
The jacket is off his shoulders before I can protest.
He shoves it at me, but I don’t take it.
“Why are you here?” I repeat my question. “How did you get up here?”
“Myron is an old friend.” He takes a measured step closer to me. “I told him you were another old friend of mine, so he let me up.”
“I’ll never buy him another candy bar,” I mutter.
“Sure you will,” Dylan responds with a smirk. “Take the jacket, Eden. We can wash the blouse at my place.”
The way he so effortlessly mentions going back to his place both irritates and excites me. He’s so sure of himself.
I can’t blame him for that.
The man is built for sex. Everything about him screams that he’s incredible in bed.
He is.
My experience with him was limited, but it was still the best sexual encounter I’ve ever had.
I shake my head to chase away thoughts of his naked body.
Jesus, he’s breathtaking in and out of a suit.
“You’re thinking about fucking me.”
I spit out a laugh that sounds more like a shriek. “What? No. Why would you even say that?”
“Your nipples.” He circles a finger in the air, pointing at my hardened nipples under the lace of my bra. “Your nipples are thinking about fucking me.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s cold in here.”
“It’s not.” He tosses the jacket onto one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Do you want my shirt? You can wear it back to my place. I’m good with just the jacket.”
His cufflinks are off and in the pocket of his pants.
What is wrong with him?
“No.” I shake my head. “I have to work. You need to leave.”
“You’re coming with me.” He slides off his tie. “Come home with me. I’ll wash and dry your blouse. My laundry skills are impressive.”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“It’s a fantastic idea.” His hands start on the buttons of his shirt. “We can share a bottle of wine. You’ll have an orgasm or three.”
“Three?” I laugh. “You’re way too cocky.”
The shirt slips off of him. “Too cocky? Is that a thing?”
My eyes dart over his muscular chest and his abs. “Is what a thing?”
He huffs out a laugh. “Put on my shirt.”
I toss my stained blouse onto my desk before I take his dress shirt in my hand. “I’m leaving as soon as my blouse is cleaned and dried.”
“That works.”
Staring at him, I button his shirt up. “Why did you come here tonight?”
“I came for a kiss.”
My heart flutters in my chest at his admission. “You came here just to kiss me?”
He answers me with a soft brush of his lips over mine. “I’d go anywhere just to kiss you.”
Our kiss intensifies when his hand finds my waist. He pulls me closer to him, pressing his body to mine.
I feel how erect he is. I hear his need in the moan that escapes him when I tug his bottom lip between my teeth.
“It’s time to go,” he breathes the words into my mouth. “Now, Eden.”
I don’t protest. I don’t want to. All I do want is to be back in his bed.