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Peyton tapped her foot impatiently. She looked at the time on her computer screen. Twenty more minutes until the end of her day; then she could see Nate. She closed her eyes and thought about the last three weeks of her life.
After Nate had apologized, the two of them were inseparable. They'd always find something to do together. Whether Nate was taking her out somewhere upscale, cuddling up with her, or watching movies and listening to music with her; just being with him made her happy as can be. Yet, Peyton wanted more. She'd spent hours in his warm embrace, kissing, touching, and grinding, but nothing to write home about. It was her idea to go slow and Nate had complied without argue. However, now she was rethinking it. There were times when Nate's soft, delicate touch, stern, hard body, and wet, luring kisses would tempt her.
And, damn, that man can wear a pair of jeans, she thought.
"Peyton!" Addison's high pitched voice cut Peyton off from her thoughts.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"What the hell do I pay you for? To sit around and daydream?" Addison glared at her, but Peyton sat, unfazed.
"No, ma'am. But I did all that you assigned me already, and I'm off soon anyway."
Addison's scowl deepened. She slammed a small stack of paper on the desk.
"Fill these out and have them on my desk before you go." She flipped her luscious red hair and stomped off in her expensive Pierre Hardy wedge heels.
Peyton smirked.
That attitude is why I'm about to fuck the hell out of your former man.
Peyton giggled to herself and set about her work. By the time she was done, her hours were up. She grabbed the stack, quickly slipped into Addison's office, and placed it on her desk. Addison said nothing, just waved her off. Peyton grabbed her coat and shot off to the elevator. She did a little dance as it descended.
I'll be with you soon, Nate.
She took off from the building just in time to catch the city bus. She anxiously rode it to St. Michael's, where she was greeted by Jane's cheerful face. Peyton ran up to her and gave her a tight hug.
"Goodness!" Jane squealed. "You seem happy. What's the occasion?"
Peyton was happy that Jane couldn't see her blush furiously beneath her deep brown complexion. "Well, I'm spending the week... with Nate."
"Ah," Jane eyed her knowingly. "I understand."
"It will be the longest I've slept over. I feel so comfortable there. Nate calls it my home away from home. It's really starting to feel that way."
"Oh, honey. I'm so happy for you."
Jane and Peyton headed into the church and went to Peyton's room. Peyton got her old duffle bag and filled it with the nicest clothes Jane had provided for her. Jane cleared her throat nervously.
"Um, Peyton? May I make a suggestion?" Peyton nodded.
"If you're going to be spending so many nights with such an alluring man," Jane said. "You may want to pack nightwear that is equally as... alluring."
Peyton cocked her eyebrow in confusion. Seeing her reaction, Jane went to the trunk and dug around the bottom. She pulled out a dark violet pinstripe baby doll nightie.
"Oh, Jane," Peyton gasped. "It's so lovely!"
Peyton traced her fingertips over the black mesh-ruffled halter neck and the satin bow that met at the center.
"Think nothing of it. Lord knows I can't wear it." Jane chuckled. Peyton hugged her again.
"I hope Nate will like me in it," Peyton pondered.
"Oh, dear, he will probably like you better out of it." Peyton buried her face in her hands at Jane's teasing.
"Jane, may I use your cellphone? I would like to call Nate."
Jane handed over her phone and went about picking out clothes that she thought would look good on Peyton.
Peyton stepped out and dialed Nate's number. After two rings, he answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Nate. It's Peyton."
"Well, hello, gorgeous. How are you?"
"I'm fine. I'm excited to see you tonight."
There was a pause. "Baby, I'll be home a little later tonight. I have to stay late."
"Should I wait up?" Peyton sighed.
"Yes. I want to see you. I left a spare key under the mat. Make yourself at home."
"I can't wait to see you."
"I can't wait to see you either," Nate's voice gradually got deeper. "And touch you..."
Peyton felt her face flush yet again. "Nate! You're at work. Someone will hear you. "