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“Do you want to try this?” she asks. It was really a statement for all intents and purposes.
“Sure, I’d love to try your shrimp scampi,” I tell her, when my phone pings.
Hey Nick, based on our conversation today, are you able to meet with the CFO and I tomorrow, for lunch, to discuss an opportunity in line with your objectives.
“Sorry, babe. Give me second, Lisa is messaging me about a lunch meeting with the CFO tomorrow,” I say apologetically, showing her the message on the phone.
“That’s amazing, you should definitely meet up with them.” She is enthusiastic, almost sounding proud of me.
Yes, I’m available to meet. Please send me the restaurant location. Thank you.
“Where were we? Oh yea, let me try that.” I give her the pleasure of feeding me. Gleefully, she selects the largest shrimp… looking more excited than a kid in a candy store.
“Do you like it?” She asks before I can even finish chewing.
“Yes, this is the best food I’ve ever had,” I exaggerate a bit. Because what else am I supposed to say.
After we got through the main course, the waitress brings our dessert.Wow. I definitely want to try what she is having.Feed me.
“Can I get a bite of that?” I ask, pointing at the tiramisu-looking pastry like a baby demanding a fruity flavoured Gerber meal.
“Of, course love,” and she cuts off a bite-sized piece.
“Penny for your thoughts,” she asks after feeding me the pastry.
“Two things really. I’m wondering how I got so lucky to meet someone so beautiful. You’re so pretty,” I say, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Aww babe, you’re going to make me cry,” she responds. Her voice all trembly as if she is on the verge of tears. “And the second thing?” A tear escapes and runs down her cheek, which makes me dewy-eyed.
“I’d like you to officially be my girlfriend.” I put the fork down and hold her hand. “I’ll be going back to Jamaica soon and —”
“Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend!” She cuts my explanation short, which I don’t mind if I’m being honest as I’m not good at these types of things. I’ve only ever been in one serious relationship before. My girlfriend of four years died inthe most horrific way two days before her 27th birthday, seconds before I was going to propose to her. That’s all I’m willing to mention at this point, as it’s too painful to revisit. I haven’t been the same since — in my opinion and according to the medical experts.
After a glass of wine, the mood changing now that we’re an official couple, we walk back to the penthouse. On the ride up in the elevator, Emily reaches for my hand and when the doors open, we walk into the hallway hand-in-hand.
It was a beautiful night. Imagine that in any way you’d like. Chances are you’re spot on.
Chapter 23
Nicholas
For the rest of the week, I meet up with Lisa for lunch and spend the afternoons with her in hotel rooms across the city. Some days, I’m out of control and just can’t keep my hands off her. Lisa loves when I take the reins, so she doesn’t resist me.
During the middle of a subcommittee meeting for the Bank of Brooklyn, held onZoom, I am turned on by the way she directs the meeting. There’s no mistaking who’s in charge. Unable to resist, I lean over her, press the mute button and cupping her breasts from behind, push her against the table and fuck her hard, while the other committee members ramble on about something to do with interest rate.
“Lisa, what are your thoughts on lowering the rate to five percent?” some woman asks.
“Lisa, you’re on mute,” three to four other voices weigh in at the same time.
After she catches her breath, Lisa unmutes, “Sorry, I’m having internet issues. Repeat the question please?”
“What are your thoughts on lowering the rate to five percent?” the woman repeats.
“Yes, I’m definitely in favour of lowering it to five percent. As I’ve mentioned in previous meetings, we need to offer more competitive rates to regain market share.”
Rubbing her shoulders I playfully nibble on her earlobe, while the others respond to her comment. Leaning her head back she invites me to go for her neck without having to utter a word.Say no more. My mouth devours her neck. And when the woman, I assume chairperson for the subcommittee, moves on to discuss exchange rates, Lisa presses the mute button, signalling me to get back inside her.
Other days, I am gentle with her, tenderly holding her as we watch movies in California king-sized beds and go to couples massage — which I had no idea was so relaxing.
