11. James
11
JAMES
I vy lay draped over my chest as the limo rolled up my driveway. I managed to squeeze my hands between our bodies and tuck my limp dick back into my pants. There was a mess, but I'd expected that. I tried to rouse her, but she was well and truly passed out, and part of me wondered how much of what just happened was mutual and how much of it was alcohol.
The driver opened the door as I was getting Ivy situated on the seat next to me. To any other person, it would've looked like I'd given her a drug, but Gus and I had been together for years. He waited for me to climb over her and out of the car, and he stood there while I fixed her dress and picked her up.
"I'd appreciate your discretion, Augustus," I said with a stern expression, and he nodded.
"Of course, Mr. Carver. My lips are sealed." He winked at me. "Unless the police come knocking." His soft chuckle made Ivy smile, but it was a drunken, passed-out grin and her eyes were still shut.
"The door, please," I told him, and he raced ahead of me to open the house door. Genevieve and her crew were long gone. The house was dark. And when I got to Ivy's room, I saw that Marna had left the light on and turned down the bed, though Ivy's room was mostly a scattered mess of belongings haphazardly strewn about. I smiled at it as I laid her on the bed and unzipped the dress.
She moaned as I slid it off her body and draped it over the foot of the bed, and when I stood to admire her curves in the light, she sighed and reached for me with an arm swatting the air. I leaned down to press a kiss to her temple, and she grabbed my tie.
"Fuck me, James," she mewled, but she was too far gone. I'd have happily pinned her to this mattress and fucked her brains out again, but she was a lady, and I was respectful.
"Good night, Ms. Hart," I said as I kissed her cheek. I covered her up, shut off the light, and shut the door as I left.
But I carried a giddy grin on my lips and my chest puffed out a bit farther tonight as I walked toward my bedroom. I took off my soiled pants and threw them in the hamper and noticed Ivy's red suit and bra on my vanity. I smiled as I picked up her bra and looked at it, imagining her nipple in my mouth again. God, that was hot.
But I sighed as I stood under the flow of water and thought about the realities. She was overwhelmed by emotion. That asshole Mike did a number on her confidence and her heart. I could tell she wasn't sure how to take my offer. When she started crying and ran out, the first thought that went through my head was that she thought I was trying to control her future.
I didn't want that at all from her, and I didn't offer to support her business financially just so she'd sleep with me. I wasn’t even thinking of that when I made the offer. The way things happened was all on her. She led that moment, and though she was drunk, I did allow it to happen.
Still, as the water washed over my body and I shampooed and rinsed, I thought about how drunk she really was. She wasn't really in any state emotionally to make a choice to start a new relationship. The sex was because of the alcohol and nothing more, and there was a high likelihood that she'd regret it in the morning.
But it was true what I'd said to her. I really would never be able to look at her the same way again, not after that. I really liked the way she made me feel, but it was risky to just hop into bed with someone. It'd only turn into what Barbra and I had, and I'd end up ruining it by being focused on my job instead of her. I doubted Ivy would be the sort of woman to be very forgiving toward a man like that, and it was very hard to teach an old dog new tricks.
I just wanted to see her take off and prove to her old partner that she could do everything she put her mind to without a man bossing her around. She deserved that much. I only hoped the wounds she had from his poor treatment didn't stick around.
I made the decision again to make sure to tell every friend I had how amazing Ivy was and how much she could do for them. And I made that decision because I wanted her to succeed. And in honesty, it was just a good business practice. I'd tell my lawyers to draw up the papers and I'd invest with her, and then all of my word-of-mouth marketing would benefit any return on investment I made.
And I'd get to watch her soar too. Win-win.