Page 25 of Mailroom Delight
Chapter 7
Jason
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Iwas actually surprised she turned up. I was only about eighty percent certain she would yesterday when I extended the invite.
I watched her park her silver Porsche Carrera which just about fit in between the Mercedes and the BMW that sandwiched her.
She didn’t see me standing by the entrance of the club until she got out of her car.
I smiled as I looked her over. She went home to change, and she did her hair.
Earlier, at work, she had worn a simple black dress and had her hair in a ponytail.
Now that hair ran down her shoulders in a mass of warm velvet, complementing the grey bodycon dress she wore. That dress caressed her perfect figure the way I wanted to if she’d ever give me the chance.
“Is that for me?” I asked teasingly looking her over as she walked over to me.
“Is what for you?” she frowned a little.
“The dress. Looks hot.” I smiled at her.
“We’re going to a club. I dressed up.” She stated, matter of factly.
She was her usual self, and the firmness was there but there was something softer about her tonight.
The wind picked up and lifted her hair sending a wisp across her face. I reached out and tucked it behind her ear. My fingers brushed across her cheek as I did so, and I realized her skin was as soft as it looked. Like butter cream and velvet mixed together.
I smiled at her light blushing. Even in the dark, with the silver moonlight and the city lights distorting the color around us, I could see she was. I imagined those cheeks turning a rosier color as I looked at her and continued to stare.
“Is this what we’re going to do all night? Just stand here?”
“Do you want to? I’m happy to.” I surprised her by picking up a lock of her hair and twirling the ends around my thumb.
“I never said yes. And don’t touch my hair.” She snapped moving away from me.
She stepped in front of me and made her way to the entrance of the club.
I moved to join her, but my eyes found her ass. Sweet, and perfectly rounded as if it was sculpted that way.
I was so glad I wasn’t one of those men who held back on their desires. I didn’t believe in being that way, especially with a woman I realized I wanted more than I imagined.
It’s been what?
Shit, three days.
It felt more like weeks though because she’d constantly been on my mind.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught me checking her out. I didn’t act like I wasn’t. Like someone else might. I wanted her to see me.
As we got to the door I walked a little faster to open it for her and when we went in I lightly placed my hand in the small of her back.
I was glad she didn’t protest.
“Jason, nice to see you.” Bill, the concierge said as we approached him at the reception stand, where a line of people were handing in their coats.
“You too.” I smiled at the large muscular man.
