Page 49 of Man Hands
“Svenka is wearing very complicated lingerie,” I warn him. “Torvald is going to need a few minutes to free her.” Maybe the rope-like set was a bad idea. I don’t want to waste any of ourvaluabletime.
“It’s probably just as well. Torvald has a meeting with his handlers in twentyminutes.”
“No!” He’d warned me about that damn meeting, but I hadn’t listened. Maybe he could be late. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and squeeze. “Twenty minutes is plenty of time,” I whisper. Then I hike my body closer to his and rise up on my knees so that my boobs are right inhisface.
He groans, and his eyes practically roll back in his head. “Twenty minutes isn’t enough, though. I’m gonna take my time with you.” He nudges the shoulder of my dress aside, getting a glimpse of the strappy bra I’m wearing. “Damn,Svenka.”
“That’s what I hopedyou’dsay.”
He takes another peek, and he doesn’t have to say anything, because his dick is doing the talking. It’s almost as if I can hear his dick speakingtome.
Weird.
He does this sexy little grunt thing and actually bites his bottom lip. A man biting his bottom lip on the dance floor while doing the sprinkler: decidedly unsexy. A man I’m straddling biting his lip because he’s trying to control himself? Swoonworthy. Oh, wait. He’s saying something. I wasn’t payingattention.
“What?”
“While I’m gone, you have a big decisiontomake.”
“Dinner?”
He shakes his head slowly. “You have to choose — the bed, the walk-in shower, or thefootstool.”
My mouth goes dry as my mind fills suddenly with multiple images of me being done in various positions. “I only get to chooseone?” The last word is asqueak.
He grins. “The meeting I’m having will probably stress me out. So pick something good for before dinner. The runner-up can be forafterward.”
Now I’m quivering everywhere. “Does Torvald have a preference?” I’m playing with fire right now. I don’t really want to make him late to his meeting. But I can’t resist poking thebeast.
He makes a hungry growl. “I can see benefits all around. I want you in that shower, all wet andslippery…”
Jesus. Knowing me, I’ll probably slip and kill myself,though. “Or?”
“When it gets dark, I’m gonna put you on your hands and knees in front of that window and bang you in front of the citylights.”
I let out a little whimper and then kiss him. He wraps his arms around me, and as I kiss him, his nice, hard dick thickens up beneath me. “Mmm,” I murmur. “That’s it. I pick that. Adowithaview!”
He kisses me with those generous lips. But then I feel him snort. And then he throws his head back and laughs. “You’re the view, honeybunch. Thank you for making my New York tripmorefun.”
His smile makes my heart happy and sad at the same time. It’s going to be really hard not to fall for this guy for real. I think Ialreadyhave.
* * *
Tom goesto his meeting on time, damn him. I’m left alone to amuse myself in my favorite city in the world. Oh, thehardship.
I start by taking myself to Bouchon Bakery. It’s in the same big complex as the hotel, so Svenka doesn’t even need to step into the July heat for her exquisite pastries. I buy three pastries to go and bring them back to the room to photograph for my blog. But after I compose some rather lovely photos in front of the window, I’ve only killed ahalfhour.
So I eat one of the pastries, because it’s terrible towastefood.
I still have at least an hour before Tom returns. He’s off talking to his agent about the next season for his TV show. Apparently they’ve been waiting for him to make some big decisions about the show, but I haven’t asked for details because I don’t wanttopry.
That doesn’t mean I’m not curious, though. So I sit down in the center of the C-shaped sofa, leaning against a silk pillow that probably retails for three hundred bucks. I aim the remote at the giant flat-screen TV on the opposite wall and I sort through the menu options until I find exactly what I’m looking for.Mr. Fixit Quick,seasonnine.
I’d rather start with season one, because sometimes you need to see narrative from its beginning. But season nine is the only one on offer, so it’ll havetodo.
The intro is splashier than I expect it to be. There is a montage of a house going up in fast forward, and a jaunty piece of music arranged for acoustic guitars. When the camera pans onto Tom, seated at a desk, I’m not really ready. Even though I knew he had a successful TV show, I’m still taken by surprise when his face appears, larger than life, in all its handsome glory on thescreen.
My fake fiancé is reallyphotogenic.Wow.
