Page 48 of Dating the DILF
Pain pierces my hand and I realize I have a death grip on my phone, so I consciously try to loosen it.
“There’s no way in hell I’m doing that, Mom, and if you go ahead with it, you can forget about having any kind of relationship with me.”
“Yeah, because that would be such a loss.” She sneers and the familiar ache spreads through my chest. “Think about it carefully, Charlotte. I’m not turning down this opportunity and if I do it alone, they’ll want something even juicier. And, Iwillgive it to them.”
My mind is working overtime, the repercussions of her threat filling me with dread. This will make things at work even harder. I’ll most likely lose more clients which could be the final nail in my coffin at Harris & Erickson. Plus, the idea of being responsible in any way for destroying Miles’ reputation further crushes me.
But betraying him would be worse than either of those things and I can’t even consider it. Whatever hell my mother is about to rain down on us, we’ll deal with it together.
I end the call without a word.
Miles: Meet me at the bar in The Bardot on West at 12.
Charlie: ???
Miles: Just do it, Chicago.
I glance at the clock on my phone. Twelve oh one. She never replied to my last message and I hope she turns up. After her mother’s call, she was distracted all weekend, mentally preparing herself for whatever disaster is about to befall us.
When she explained the situation on Saturday, I was angry as fuck, but not for the reason she assumed. What kind of mother does this to her child? I’m only just starting to understand the extent of damage that woman did to Charlie, and I loathe her with a fierceness I have never felt before.
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
The question whispered close to my ear, startles me from my thoughts, and when I look up, she’s there.
Long legs encased in sheer stockings, a tight black pencil skirt hugging her curves, and a crisp white blouse hiding her full tits. Her chocolate-colored waves have been tamed with a straightener and her pillowy lips are painted a shocking red.
She’s looking perfectly well put together and I can’t wait to mess her up.
A playful smile lights up her face and I nod toward the stool next to me, indicating for her to take a seat.
She crosses one leg over the other and I allow my gaze to linger for a moment.
“Lunch drinks?” My cock jerks against my pants at the sound of her husky voice.
“Adrink.” I hand her the White Russian I ordered for her. Just one, we’ll both have to head back to work soon enough.
She laughs and the sound sets everything right in my world.
“What are we doing here, Miles?”
“I thought…” I trail off, shrugging. “Mondays suck and I thought we might be able to think of a way to make it not suck so much.” I watch her expression closely, doing my best to gauge her response. “Maybe by doing something that involves a little sucking.” I see the moment she realizes what I’m suggesting, and I can’t contain my smirk.
“You want to get a room?” she asks breathily.
“Already got one. Want to join me?”
“God, yes.”
From our seat in the bar, we have a clear view across the lobby to the bank of elevators. We gather our things, and as we stand, the doors to the closest one opens and we’re both left shocked when Grayson and Adelaide slide into view. They look to be arguing over something, Gray playfully tugs a lock of Adelaide’s blonde hair and she turns to walk out of the elevator, rolling her eyes. Before she gets too far away, Gray grabs her wrist and pulls her to him, crashing his mouth to hers.
Charlie inhales sharply beside me, her eyes wide.
“Did you know about this?” she asks. I shake my head but my exchange with Gray at family night a couple of weeks ago crosses my mind.
“I’m going to be near your work on Monday, you want to meet for lunch?”
“Oh, wait, Monday? Yeah, I can’t.”
