Monday morning I could feel my palms sweating, even my thighs felt clammy. Hell, every inch of me was twitching, I was so anxious to see Seth again to find out where we stood.
Friday night was like a dream come true, and it felt like I was still coming down from that high, the whole thing was so unbelievable. The moment we met at the club, things just went from hot to hotter. We danced, held each other close, kissed like crazy, and then... Oh, god, I can feel my pussy clenching just thinking about how insane it got once he took me up to that private room, where we'd finally, after over a year of longing, had the craziest, hottest monkey sex ever.
Part of me could still hardly believe that Seth Elliott Xander, lover extraordinaire, Mr. Sex on legs, finally gave me some lovin'. All I knew was the guy sure knew his way around a woman. I don't know how many times I came, but I knew, after experiencing something as wild as that with him, was that I wanted more, lots more.
I kept my eye trained on the clock, pretty much from the moment I walked in the door of our upscale little coffee shop. Finally, fed up with waiting, at a little after eleven, I got up the nerve to phone and ask him when he'd like me to bring up the lunch he'd ordered to his law firm, figuring it was a perfect excuse to not only see him, but talk to him again. But when I called his cell number and it went straight to voicemail, I decided I'd better call the other number on his business card, the number for his office.
A perky sounding young woman instantly answered, "Seth Xander's office, how can I help you?" Once I'd explained about the lunch he'd ordered for their client meeting, she told me, "Oh, Seth's actually away today. But no worries, I'll have someone there to pick it up around noon."
"Sure, okay..." After I'd hung up, though disappointed, I wondered if he was all right, and hoped he wasn't sick. Or, I grinned, could be he was still trying to get over what we'd shared in that little room over the bar on Friday night, 'cause we'd sure gone at it hard.
Then my face dropped when a horrible thought occurred to me; that he might have decided that once was enough to get me out of his system, and maybe now he was trying to avoid me. Oh, I really hoped not. Not after it had been that good. It was kind of like having your first creamy sweet taste of ice cream, and then being told that's all you'd ever get -- like forever. Now that I'd finally had a sample of what Seth was like with his clothes off, no way I could stop at just one taste -- or lick -- or even one more little nibble.
A tall hunky blond guy in a body hugging jet-black designer suit showed up just before noon for the lunch. I already had it prepared and waiting on a trolley, so all he had to do was wheel it out to the elevator and then straight up to their board room. He flashed a killer smile as he approached, and I recognized him as a regular who liked to flirt, but couldn't have told you his name. Though he was a really good looking guy, since he wasn't Seth, I wasn't interested in the playful way he was grinning at me.
Though I was all business with him, he still winked as he left, and murmured, "See you later when I bring this back, and keep smilin', Laura."
"Sure," I said to myself, rolling my eyes as I went back to see how my best friend and partner in crime Diana was making out with the blueberry streusel muffins I'd put in the oven.
"No sign of him yet?" she asked as soon as I joined her in back by the double ovens. She was carefully rotating the pans to ensure even heat distribution so they'd all brown at once.
"Nope, he's off today. And if he knows what's good for him, he damn well better be sick."
Diana gave me an encouraging pat on the arm. "I wouldn't worry if I were you, the way he was looking at you Friday night -- especially after you two disappeared for a while -- like he wanted to drag you home and make love to all night long, I'm sure you'll be hearing from him again."
Anxiously biting into my lip, I just hoped she was right. I'd honestly never felt anything even close to what I was feeling for him, even before we'd made love up in that room. Just the sight of him walking in for his morning coffee and flashing me that sexy smile of his was enough to get every inch of me quivering and of course, my girls all tingly. But now that I knew how good he was, especially once he was naked, all I could think of was more, so much more. I had so many ideas of what we could explore next I could actually feel my skin beginning to flush. So as they say, since I couldn't stand the heat, I got out of the kitchen and went back out front to finish drooling.
Just after four o'clock the same woman from Seth's office called to tell me they were done, and that I could come get the trolley, or if I preferred, they'd be happy to bring it back for me later. Since the afternoon coffee break rush was over, I decided I might as well go and get it myself, so I could clean it up for our next catering gig. So I told Diana where I was headed and left her at the counter to handle things.
Once the elevator finally came, I stepped inside and then jumped, shocked, when a hand shot out between the closing doors, forcing them open again. Then my heart almost stopped when Seth stepped inside to join me. "Hey," he said, instantly flashing me a sexy grin.
Not too sure where we stood or how happy I should be about seeing him again, I just shrugged and said, "Hey," right back.
But lordy did he ever look good, in a fitted charcoal-gray suit that hugged every one of his lean toned muscles, that I now knew so well, all I could think of was getting it off him, and of course getting it on.
Looking me over, Seth tipped his head once he'd pushed the button to take us to the 23
rd
floor that housed his office, asking, "Everything okay?"
With a non-committal shrug, I said, "Sure, why wouldn't it be?"
