Page 39 of Serving the CEO

“How’s your project going?”Drew asked.

I looked up from my pizza and hitched a shoulder. We’d ordered it to get us through a late-night session to clean up the mess the Danbridge project had become.

“Okay, so far.” Hesitating for only a moment, I added, “I’m taking her to the club this weekend.”

“You’re…” He put his beer down and leaned back in his chair, gaze pensive. “You’re taking Jessica, whom you barely know, tothe club.”

“Yes.” I dropped the slice I’d been eating and picked up my beer, annoyed by the criticism in his voice. “She’ll enjoy it. You can tell when it’s a woman’s thing or not, man. You know that.”

“Typically, it’s not something you rush into,” he replied. “And Derrick? You’re rushing.”

“No. I’m moving at my usual pace.” I took a long pull from the bottle and put it down, resisting the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up. He hadn’t seen her on the roof, in the back of her parents’ store. Hadn’t felt her responses.

“Maybe you should be moving atherpace.” Then he grabbed his beer and bent over the promo pieces the art department had put together. “But whatever. It’s your experiment, your book, and your problem if you screw things up.” His voice hardened. “Oh, and maybe her life, her heart. Her reputation if you aren’t careful. Why the fuck should I be worried?”

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I’d already toldJessica I’d be taking her to a club, but my talk with Drew—especially his final warning—was still ringing in my ears when I picked her up, and I credited that for the edge of nerves I felt as I knocked on her door. She’d asked what she should wear, and I’d suggested something short, black, and sexy.

When she opened the door, I saw that she’d taken me at my word, and I had the sudden urge to push up the snug fit of her skirt, bare her ass and spank her a couple times –gently, of course – just to see how she’d react.

She hesitated in the doorway, and I realized I was staring. I dragged my eyes upward, away from black heels with thick straps at the ankle that looked like cuffs. Her long, slim legs were bare all the way to just above mid-thigh. The dress itself showed off the slight curve of her hips and the rounded perfection of her tits, a cut-out neckline dipping down to expose the tops of those creamy mounds.

I finally met her eyes. “You look….” I reached for the right word.Fuckable. Delicious. Perfect. Mine—Wait. What? Where did that come from? “Amazing.” I cleared my throat. “Fucking amazing.”

“Thanks.” A hint of color washed over her cheeks. “Let me grab my purse…just…wait here.”

Something about the set of her mouth made me decide not to ask if I could come in. And it was a good thing. I was struck mute by what I saw the second she turned.

The dress’s back was…fuck. There were a few inches of fabric covering the top of her ass, but from the small of her back to an inch-wide collar at her neck, there were a fine silver meshwork of chains. I counted them as my blood surged south. Thirteen chains that jingled slightly when she walked left her smooth, perfect back almost entirely bare, thanks to the loose, stylish knot she’d made of her hair.

When she turned back to face me, I noticed there were thin silver chains dangling from her ears, mimicking the ones on the dress.

Fuck.She didn’t even know where we were going, and she’d managed to dress for it perfectly.

As she slid out the door, I had to back up. The need to pull her close and stroke my hand under those chains made my palms itch. Instead, I took her hand and made myself breathe as we headed back downstairs.

“What kind of club are we going to?” she asked after we settled into the back of the limo I’d requested for tonight.

The privacy glass was already up between us and the driver, but I still took my time answering, opening the small panel that had kept a bottle of Macallan 25 Yr Scotch chilling. I poured two glasses and passed her one, watching as she lifted it to her lips, taking a sniff of it first before trying a small sip. I couldn’t tell if she liked it or not, but she kept it, so that was something.

“Derrick? The club?” She fidgeted in her seat next to me, eyes betraying her nerves. “I don’t really see you as the type to go dancing, so I assume that’s not the sort of place we’re going.”

I took a deep swig of the whiskey before answering, but it didn’t do anything to soothe me. “My club is a rather unique, private place that caters to a specific clientele.”

“Oh?” She took another sip of the scotch.

Keeping my eyes on her face, I said, bluntly, “It’s a bondage club.”

Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened, all before a shocked little gasp escaped her parted lips. Each reaction told me something, but most telling of all? The way her pupils darkened, and a telltale flush settled across the slopes of her breasts.

As I’d told Drew, I could tell if a woman might be into a certain sort of kink…and I’d suspected Jessica might very well find my club was right up her alley.

“I’m guessing you know what BDSM is? At least the basic concepts?” I asked.

She nodded as she crossed her legs and then uncrossed them, as if she couldn’t quite get comfortable…and I had a pretty good idea why. I wished we’d progressed farther into our relationship because I wanted to reach over, push her thighs apart, and stroke her. I knew I’d find her wet. And that was just at the realization of where we were going.

Keeping my hands to myself was the hardest thing I’d done in a while, and it made for a very long, very tense car ride. Neither of us said anything else as we rode, and the silence was a kind of foreplay in itself.

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