Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
ADRIANNA
“How did you know about this place? I didn’t think you ate anywhere without a Michelin star,” I ask Elijah as we dig into our tacos on the picnic table beside the food truck.
He shoots me a glare. “I’m not what you think I am, Adrianna.”
I snort, “So you’re not a tall, insanely gorgeous CEO with a huge cock and the moves to prove it?”
He stops mid-chew, staring at me. I blink up at him and smile innocently.
He finishes chewing and swallows before saying, “Interim CEO. I won’t be CEO forever. I don’t want to be.”
I frown. “Why not? Do you prefer finances?”
He shrugs. “I’m good with numbers. They don’t lie.”
“You have some major trust issues, don’t you?” I tease.
“In my life, people have proven themselves to be untrustworthy. You know how the legal system says innocent until proven guilty? For that application it works, but in my life I feel like being suspicious of everyone until they prove that they can be trusted helps cut out some of the shitty people of the world.”
I frown. “That’s sad. My mom always taught me to see the best in people.
No one is born inherently bad or good. It’s all about the circumstances they are raised in.
Even if someone has bad qualities, it doesn’t mean that they can’t change.
” I feel like the air has become heavy, so I shoot him a smile and add, “Kind of like you.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “You’re right. People can change, but they need to have a want to change.
I feel like a majority of people are so afraid of change that they won’t willingly do it.
Still, I have three relationships in my life that have never wavered.
They prove that there can be longevity, but that it is rare. ”
“Mason, Maximillion, and Brantley?” I guess.
He nods. “Now Olivia, Ari, and Chloe too. They are the family I choose. The people I choose to put my trust in. Everyone else can fuck off.”
He pops a chip in his mouth as I lower my eyes. I’m jealous. I want to be part of that circle. I want to be someone he trusts.
When his fingers touch my chin, I look up, and he gives me a soft smile.
“Adrianna, don’t look like I kicked your puppy.”
“I don’t. It’s indigestion. Salsa isn’t good for me. No gallbladder and all,” I lie.
He frowns before he leans across the table and presses a kiss to my lips. “I never said you couldn’t be part of that family. We aren’t there yet, but we are working that way.”
My breath catches in my throat. I want to ask what he means. I want to be a total girl and make him talk out every detail until he regrets saying a word.
I don’t get a chance to, though.
“Eli, is that you?” a feminine voice calls out.
Elijah keeps his eye on me for another moment before he glances at the woman at the end of the table.
“Iris, what are you doing in town?”
She smiles widely at him, making me want to smack her.
“Max can’t stay away. You know how he is. How’s it going at the foundation? Any candidates looking good?” she asks.
“Things are going well. We have a few promising leads, but there’s a lot to do still until I can turn the reins over.”
“I can see that. Cleaning up a mess can take some time,” she says.
I want to scream. There was no mess to clean up because I kept the place together.
Elijah hasn’t had to make the place better for someone to fill his shoes.
I’m insulted by the insinuation on top of being jealous that this woman somehow knows Elijah and intimately if she calls him Eli.
I don’t even call him that, and I’ve had his cock buried inside of me.
“Oh, I’m so rude. I’m Iris. I work with Eli’s best friend Max,” she says, holding her hand out to me.
I glance over at Elijah to find his eyes already on me, and he looks amused. He saw my jealousy and didn’t bother to say a word.
Taking the woman’s hand, I give her a smile. “Adrianna. I held the foundation together so it wouldn’t be such a mess when Mr. Samson stepped in.”
Her eyes widen, then she laughs. “Oh, I like you. Has he been giving you many issues?”
“You wouldn’t believe it. He’s a nightmare.” I wink over at him.
His smile only grows. He doesn’t bother to add anything.
“Oh, I’m sure. He’s known as a shark when it comes to being CFO. I can only imagine how he is as CEO. If he gives you too many problems, call me. I have stories I can share that will knock him off his ivory tower,” she jokes.
“Oh, really?” I give him a look. “I’d love to hear them. How long have you known him?”
She shrugs. “I met Max eight years ago, so about then for the rest of them too. They are a hoot. Wait until you’re in a room with all of them.”
My stomach sours. I doubt I will ever know them the way she does.
I give her a polite smile. “Sounds like they are a fun bunch. I don’t think I’ll get to experience that, but I’m glad you get to.”
Elijah reaches across the table to touch my hand, but I pull it away.
She shoots Elijah a look before glancing back at me.
“Oh. I see. Well, still call me. Eli can give you my number. I’m out of town a lot, but I’d love to get together sometime.
” She looks over at him and points a finger at him.
“You treat her right, Mister I will kick your ass if you make her life difficult . I’m sure I’ll see you this weekend at Ari’s dance recital. Enjoy your dinner.”
“Great to meet you,” I call out as she leaves us.
Elijah moves from his side of the table to sit next to me, food forgotten. Then he cups my cheek. “What was that about?”
My mouth opens, but I don’t know what to say.
How do you tell the guy you used to hate that you think you’re falling in love with him?
You don’t.
Instead, I seal my lips to his, surprising him with a passionate kiss.
When we finally pull back, I give him a coy smile. “I’m not hungry anymore. Take me home?”
ELIJAH
Running into Iris was an eye-opening experience.
I knew that having Adrianna with the girls would be dangerous, but I didn’t realize that it would feel so right.
Having Adrianna mix with my personal life is showing me what we could have.
I’d already decided to court her, but I didn’t realize how badly I’d want it.
I want her to hang out with Iris and talk shit about me the way women do.
I want her to complain that I don’t pick up my socks or take the trash out.
I want her to go to Ari’s dance recital with me and cheer on the little girl I love more than life itself.
Still, I don’t like the way Adrianna seemed to shut down. I thought we were on the same page, but now I’m wondering if I’m in a whole different book. It has me on edge.
Rather than discuss it with strangers around, I decided to do as she asks. Now as we pull up outside of my house, I don’t know how to bring it back up without sounding like a dick.
“Where are we?”
“My place. It was closer, but if you want, I can take you home.”
“Are we going in?” she asks me with a soft smile.
“Absolutely,” I tell her, turning the car off.
Going around the car, I open her door and help her out. Then I follow her up the porch to the door with my hand on her back.
“When you opened the door tonight, you took my breath away,” I whisper against her ear, making her shiver.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” she says as if it’s a joke, but I think it might be a little bit more.
As we step inside, I close the door and lock it. “I don’t.”
She turns and looks at me as she slips off her shoes. “It was a joke,” she says hesitantly.
“You haven’t been right since Iris stopped by our table. What’s wrong, Adrianna?”
She shrugs. “It’s not you.”
When I give her a look, she shakes her head.
“It really isn’t. I just wish I had that.
The friendships you have. I have Francine from work, but she’s married and has kids, so we don’t get out much.
Other than her, I don’t have anyone. I sit at home in a house too big for just me, all alone.
I never minded it before, but these last couple months I’ve realized how empty it is. ”
“You don’t have to be alone. I’m here now,” I remind her as I step closer to her, pulling her into my arms.
“That you are, and now that I have you where I want you, I want to do something.” She gives me a look like she is up to something.
Then she drops to her knees.
“Adrianna, what in the world are you doing?”
She unbuckles my pants before unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor. “Why, Mr. Samson, I’m sucking your cock.”
The innocent tone mixed with the dirty words makes said cock twitch in my briefs. Slowly, she peels the briefs down to reveal my dick to her. When she licks her lips, I groan.
“Ms. Baker, you can’t tease like this.”
She giggles. “Don’t worry. I’m not much of a tease.”
Then she leans in, taking my cock in her mouth. I figured she would stop after taking a little bit in, but she doesn’t. She pushes against me until my cock is lodged in the back of her throat. My hips jut forward without my permission, pushing more of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I call out, my hand finding its way into her hair.
She pulls back, gasping for air as she grabs my other hand, burying it in her hair as well. When I close my fists, pulling her hair a bit, she moans around my cock.
“Such a naughty girl. You want your big, bad boss to fuck your face?”
She widens her eyes and nods with me still inside of her mouth.
“Such a smart mouth you have.” I start talking as I keep hold of her head and begin to thrust inside of her mouth. “You like to make sassy comments.” Thrust. “Pretend like you are in charge when you aren’t.” Thrust.
The girl never once gags. She takes all nine inches as I continue to talk to her.
“Can’t say shit now with my cock in your throat, huh? Maybe this is how I’ll shut you up from now on. Anytime you get sassy at work, I’ll put you under my desk and make you suck my cock until you forget what you were being so defiant about. Would you like that?”
I pull her hair a little at the question, making her eyes fall closed as she moans.
“That’s right. You take it like a good girl, and I might even reward you with a little surprise at the end. Do you want to swallow my cum?”
Her eyes pop open, showing how they are watering from lack of air as she nods.
She’s perfect.
That’s the only thought in my head as I stare at her in the eyes as I fuck her mouth raw.
Sliding one hand from her hair, I grip her throat. I can feel my cock moving down her throat as I squeeze her. It’s as if I’m jacking myself with the most perfect pocket pussy I’ve ever seen. As if she’s my little toy to do what I want with.
I can’t help it. Without warning, I spray the back of her throat with my cum, holding her still until my dick stops jerking. When I finally pull back, she’s gasping for air as saliva and cum drip from her mouth.
My body shivers when she swipes up some that dropped on her thigh, barely missing her dress and sucks it into her mouth.
Yeah, this woman is dangerous. I already could see her in my life long-term, but after that show?
Adrianna Baker isn’t just a girl you have a one-night stand with or even girlfriend material.
That girl has wifey written all over her.