Page 48 of Man Vs. Woman
“Did you?” she asks back.
“Do you answer any questions, Ashley Carlson?” I ask back with a smile.
“Do you, Taylor John?” she throws back at me.
I can see the dance we’re doing here.
Her eyes are half closed. Her breathing is deep. From where I’m standing I see the black lace bra that she’s wearing.
That’s it. I’m going in.
Her eyes close a bit more as my head moves closer to her. My mouth is going to touch hers.
I’m going to kiss her.
Then I’m going to fuck her. Right here.
And that’s when the intercom shrieks.
“Your seven o’clock is here,” comes the voice of the secretary through the fucking intercom, stopping me from finishing my sentence. “He, uh, has been waiting for a while.”
“Oh, fuck,” Ashley mutters, pushing me back and climbing down from the desk.
“Tell him to fuck off,” I try, eager for a taste of her lips. “Let me take you to dinner.”
“Taylor, I…” She stops, looking at me and hesitating, and then shakes her head and grins. “I’ll let you take me to dinner sometime, yes. But this is a big client. I can’t blow him off.”
“Fair enough.” I take a deep breath and then run one hand through my hair. “I’ll call you?”
She nods.
Then, one final glance at Ashley, and I head for the door.
“Taylor…” She calls after me, and I look back at her over my shoulder. “We have a conversation to finish over dinner.”
Fuck yeah.
“Yes, we do.”
Fuck that.
This wasn’t just great.
This was the best fucking moment of my life.
