Page 2 of Sit, Stay, Mine

“I’m sorry. I will take him from you.” She reaches for him, but I get up out of the seat, knowing that if I give him to her, she will take him and run.

“It’s ok baby. You sit and eat. He probably just needs to go out and potty. We will be right back.” I don’t give her a chance to say anything else. I snap the leash on him, and we walk out the door. We are barely out the door twenty seconds with he tries to take off down the street. Thank goodness I thought I strap him.

“Bingo you little rascal. Calm down.” I say to him rubbing his head and pulling him back. We walk to the end of the block, and he finally finds a tree to do his business. When he is done, as we are walking back, a little girl sees him.

“Oh mom. Look at how cute he is.” She says before coughing. Her mom leans over and smiles at me, but I notice she looks a bit worried.

“Don’t worry. He is very sweet. He won’t bite.” I tell her trying to ease her mind.

“Oh, he looks like an angel. I’m sorry. I wasn’t worried about the dog. I must say though, I haven’t seen a smile on her face since she started chemo. This cutie is a miracle worker.” she says rubbing his head as he licks the little girl’s face making her giggle. I really take a look at her and notice how pale she is. My mind begins to whirl as I think about what her parents must be going through.

“I am sorry to hear that she isn’t well.” I say, not sure what else to say. I don’t know what I would do if I had a sick child.

Thank you. She got diagnosed with Leukemia last year. It has been non-stop chemo and doctors’ visits. Most of the time she is hauled over the toilet holding nothing in. The rest of the time, she is either sleeping, or in pain” I can see the tears her mother is trying to hold back. My heart reaches out to her, but watching the little girl with bingo, you would never know she was ill. They play a bit longer before her mom suggest they leave for her treatment.

The walk back to the pizza place, my mind keeps going back to the little girl. I couldn’t imagine.

“There you two are. What took you so long?” she asks, looking seriously concerned and a bit perturbed.

“We are sorry sweets. Bingo found himself a friend outside. A little girl. On her way to chemo actually.”

‘Oh no.” she gasps, moving her hand up to her mouth. “How sad.”

“Will there be anything else for you both?” the server comes and interrupts the conversation. We both say no and have the rest of the pizza boxed up. As we are walking out, Bingo on leash, fretting to run, I don’t want this day to end, and I have to find a way to keep her with me. Placing my hand on her arm, I turn her around to face me. As much as I didn’t want to do this, it’s now or never.

“Will you come with me? I want to show you something and was wondering if you would come back to my place.” Moving her hair out of her face, I look her in her eyes, so she can see my sincerity. “It’s not that, though believe me when I say I want that more than you'll ever know. But, you are my future. So I can wait. Do you trust me?” I put my hand out, hoping beyond hope she takes it. I want this to be a symbol of things to come for us. She looks at me with such doubt. I have to wonder who has hurt her in the past. Has made her tuck her head inside herself and never want to come out. When she licks her lips and tentatively places her hand in mine, I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Finally I can feel the rest of my life coming together.

CHAPTER

THREE

LYNN

Walking beside him down the sidewalk, I keep sneaking glances over at him. My mind, going back and forth, is trying to figure out his angle. Zach is the son of my boss. Everyone at our company knows he will inherit. Not that he doesn't’ work his ass off. Every day I watch him bust his ass to prove he is more than the son of the boss. I am not overtly obvious about my crush on him, but when I think I can get away with it, my gaze is only on him. Not just him though. I see the way the girls at the company look at him. The way the push their boobs in his face, bat their eyelashes and one time I even saw a girl bend over in front of his face. Like, she really bent over pretending to pick something up. I had just gotten my coffee and damn near spit it out all over the floor, I choked so hard watching her try to seduce him. Impressively enough though, he seems to not have any interest in anyone there. Including me. So this, whatever this is, is confusing the hell out of me.

“You got something you want to ask me, baby?” I jump when I hear his voice, my eyes bucking when I see his eyes on me. I can feel my cheeks heat up knowing he caught me staring at him. Damn it!

“Ummm, not right now. Other than where are we going?”

“Not too far. Just right across the street to the building there.” he points in front of us, and I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes. Of course he would live in Trump Towers. As we walk in through the front glass doors, the security guard nods at him as he input his code for the elevator. As much as I feel a bit out of place, I can’t help but be in awe at how beautiful it is on the inside. I have never seen something so elegant and posh. I find myself holding my breath afraid I am going to somehow damage this piece of art by breathing.

“It’s just a building.” he whispers in my ear, pulling me to the elevator. The hell? The elevators are freaking fantastic. I really wish I was holding my dog right now. I could hide behind him. But, Zach shows no sign of letting him go. Smart ass.

We walk off the elevator straight into his place and I want nothing more than to turn around and go back downstairs. I am literally standing against the wall trying not to touch anything.

“Lynn. Stop acting silly. Come here.” he motions for me to come to him. No words poised to leave my mouth, I shake my head, not moving. He looks at me for a second before smirking. Initially, I can’t figure out why he is smirking. I find nothing about this humorous. He places Bingo down who of course takes off like he has been caged this whole time and stalks toward me. My feet immediately begin to move, sliding across the wall trying to go where I don’t know. I come to a desk and can no longer move. My heart is beating faster than a second hand on a clock. I can feel it trying to beat out of my chest. But that is not all that is changing. My nipples have beaded, obviously begging for him to touch them, even as my throat has closed up, begging him not to. I won’t even get into my pussy right now that is acting like wanton hussy, dripping into my panties. I don’t even know who she is right now.

Zach walks in front of me and cages me inside his arms against the wall. “Hmmm finally got you where I have wanted you for over a year.” he says sniffing up the side of my neck, sending shivers through my body. His warm breath on me is far more sexy then it should be. His tongue leaves his mouth and trails up my neck and the moan that leaves my mouth cannot be stopped.

“Zach.” I find myself saying. More like whining.

“I’m here baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” With that declaration he kisses me. No. Kiss is too tame a word. He takes me. With only his mouth. His hands, not touching me. The moment his mouth touches mine, I know I am home. I don’t think twice about opening my mouth and playing tongue hockey with his. He kisses, licks, bites and sucks, like he has found his oasis and fuck if I don’t love it. Before I can stop myself, my hands wrap around his neck. I lift on my toes trying to rub myself against him. God. Who is this woman? I don’t even know myself right now. I desperately want his hands to touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. He falls further into me, his hands still not touching me, and I whimper, trying to convey my need for him. Our tongues continue to dance. My leg lifts to climb him. “Woof!” We both jump back laughing as we look at Bingo’s cute little face. Hater! I think smiling at my dog. Zach, rubs my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead once more before he bends down to pick Bingo up.

“Come on baby. I wanted to show you this.” I follow him through his beautiful place, my mouth hanging open the whole way. Holy hell. The floorplan is open, windows everywhere, so it looks like we are standing outside. He keeps walking past the living room. My mind is totally not focused until I come into the bedroom and stop. I gasp, not believing what I am seeing. I find myself spinning in circles, taking it all in. on every surface of this wall are pictures of me. ME laughing. ME frowning. ME starring off into space. It is just photo after photo. I am not sure how to feel.

“What ...what is all this Zach?” I ask him. Teetering between flattered and scared.

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