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I looked at the receptionist, who was busy talking to another employee. I head to the restroom to pee and touch up. As I finish washing my hands, I decide to text Carter to see if he was still in his meeting. Searching for his name, I found it instantly. Smiling at the pet name I put for him,Bambino,meaning “baby” in Italian.

Bambino C ??: Hey, baby, are you still in your meeting?

A reply comes back immediately.

Peach??: Hello baby, I’m out. Are you almost here?

Bambino C ??: Wait… So, your receptionist didn’t inform you I was here? I got here about 20 minutes ago.

A few seconds pass before I get a reply.

Peach??: No…she didn't. Interesting.

Peach??: Just come in Peach. I opened my office door, and I’m waiting for you. So, get your ass in here.

What the actual fuck just happened. His receptionist didn’t even inform him. She was too busy gossiping with that other employee to notice me getting up. I wasn't going to let this ruin my day. My smile broadens as I make my way back toward his office. I pass the reception desk going straight, and I can hear her trying to stop me, telling me he’s busy. I ignore her though and keep walking. Carter is waiting for me by the door. I can see his hands in his pockets, and his eyes are currently giving his receptionist a disparaging look, to which she responds with a withering smile. He shuts the door behind him and pulls me to the wall adjacent so anyone peeking in won’t be able to see us.

My back lands with a soft thud while he cages me in, and we devour each other’s lips. My body arches into him while my hands fist his shirt. Carter’s hands are roaming my body as one hand settles to grab my ass, and the other has fisted my hair. Groans fill the room as we continue to devour each other. His thickening erection pushes into the top of my thigh as his lips travel from my mouth to my neck as I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. “I want you so fucking bad, Leandra,” Carter growls into my ear, but a knock on the door has us jumping off each other. I run my hands through my hair, reining in my heavy breaths. I take a seat in front of Carter’s desk. “Come in.”

The secretary walks in and looks at me, her face with disgust but immediately smiles as she looks up at Carter. “Carter, Liam is on line three. He’s been trying to get a hold of you” she says. God, I don’t like her. Too fake for my taste. Carter calls out to her before she can close the door. “Candace, It’s Mr. Anderson to you. Also, please ensure Leandra always has access to my office, whether I’m in a meeting or not. Lastly, I’d like to speak with you in private when I get back.”

Carter takes the call as I wait for him to finish so we can go to lunch. I’m excited to spend these next few days in New York with Carter, away from everyone. Although I have to say, I do miss Australia and the friends I have made so far. Speaking of friends, Isabella texted me that she had something important to ask me about little Eva.

Carter parks the car, and like the gentleman he is, he opens my door so I can get off. We make our way to the entrance. I see that Carter has decided to take me to La Masa. “Have you been here before?” I question as we get closer to the main entrance. Carter nods.

The restaurant doors open for us, and I politely thank the staff. My eyes roam the décor, and I’m impressed. It's exquisite. I’ve never been here before, but I have heard that La Masa is the most expensive restaurant in New York City.

“Reservations?” A waiter asks from behind the marble stand.

Carter nods. “Table for two under Anderson.”

The young waiter looks at the tablet below and types in Carter’s last name. He nods. “This way,” he says, showing us to our table. Carter places his hand on my lower back, allowing me to lead the way. I smile and follow the waiter through the tables of people.

“Here you are, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson,” the waiter says. As he pulls my chair out for me, I send Carter a look, but his face stays neutral except for the smallest hint of a smirk. I thank the waiter as I sit down. Carter sits down, and I can’t help but admire the way his muscles flex. God, does he look delicious?

“What would you like to drink?” The waiter stands with one arm behind his back. Carter’s eyes immediately darted to the drinks on the menu before him. “You like red wine, right?” Carter questions with a devilish grin because he already knows the answer to that question.

I nodded, letting him know my answer to his question. He smiles at me and then looks up at the waiter. “We’ll have a bottle of the Opus One Red Wine Napa Valley 2019, please.” I glance down at the menu and find what Carter just ordered. “Right away, Sir.” My heart almost stopped when I saw how much a bottle was $309.00.

The waiter was now gone. Holy Shit! I make good enough money doing what I do, and my family comes from money, but my dad worked hard for it. We grew up working for our things. Nothing was handed to us. With that in mind, I always just buy Stella Rose wine and that’s like fifteen dollars.

“What’s wrong?” Carter questions snapping me back into reality. I know he can read me like no one else can. I also know that he knows that I live a pretty simple lifestyle. I don't flaunt my money or wealth. Yes, I own designer clothes for work, but you will almost always see me in plain old leggings and sweatshirts when I'm not working.

“Huh?” I say as my eyes find his. Carter takes my fingers between his. The waiter returns with the bottle of wine and starts pouring a glass for each of us. He then places the bottle on the table. I sigh because I know Carter isn’t going to let this go, and I laugh internally.

Letting him know I've never bought a wine bottle over 30 dollars.

“Baby, I buy Stella Rose wine which happens to be less than 15 dollars a bottle,” I say with a hint of humor in my voice. His hand moves under the table and cups my knee. His touch has calmed me for some strange reason. I was feeling nervous. He chuckles. God, I love when he laughs.

“Don't worry about the price. You're worth only the finest, Peach”, he says with a wink.

We go about lunch, discussing work and the progress of the construction. We also discussed what he could expect with dinner at my family’s home. Carter picks up his wine glass, and I do the same. “Cheers to winning your case, Peach. To many more,” he says as he clicks his glass against mine. “To us,” I say in return, and he grins. I press the edge of the glass to my nude lips as I take a sip. Carter and I just stare at each other. Something about this moment feels sensual and intimate.

We finish our lunch and prepare to leave, as Carter asks for the bill. I must admit that even though I am well off and could afford to eat in a restaurant so classy, elegant, and expensive, I prefer to live a simple and quiet life. When I tell you, I took a sneak peek at the bill which was over two thousand dollars, I was speechless.

HOLY FUCK!!!

Arriving back in his office walking hand in hand, I’m surprised to see everyone staring at us. As the elevator door closes, I can’t help but look at Carter, all confused as to what the hell just happened. He chuckles, looking at my confused face, and then smirks as he leans down to kiss me. “This isn’t funny,” I say as I smack his chest lightly. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him. Claiming my lips in a passionate kiss, I feel his tongue swipe over my bottom lip as he started to suck on it. “Carter.” I moan breathlessly.

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