“…I meant what I said. I want to own all of you. Every breath, every heartbeat, every surface of your body, and every bit of what’s inside you.”
His words sucked the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t swallow. He was having that effect on me all over again.
“Do you want to come in?” I finally managed, aware of the possible double entendre of my words as an afterthought. My core was silently crying out for him.
Still pinning my arms above my head to the door with one strong hand, he raked the fingers of the other through my tumbled hair. He smirked. “No. I want you to lust for me during my pitch tomorrow.”
His eyes burned a hole into mine, setting me afire with desire. He curled a clump of my hair around his long fingers.
“Oh, angel, you have no idea how much my cock wants to be inside that soaking wet * of yours, but from here on in, we’re going to take it one step at time. First your account…then your cunt.”
He smacked a kiss onto my lips. “Good night, Ms. Long. I want to prepare for my first pitch. The second one will be a piece of cake.”
With that and a diabolical wink, he left me plastered on the door, my knees so weak I thought I would sag down it. Fuck him! He was now controlling me with torture.
I masturbated my way to sleep, wishing that I had one of those new Gloria’s Secret sex toys to expedite my climax. As I came, Jaime Zander’s beautiful face filled my head. Drifting off, I looked forward to his pitch and wondered if he would ever win my heart—something no man had ever done except my beloved Kevin. One thing was for sure…he was already under my skin.
Chapter 10
My wake-up call sounded at the crack of dawn. Two minutes later, there was a knock at the door—my wake-up coffee, something I couldn’t live without. Groggily, I threw off the delicious duvet and staggered to the door. After the waiter set the coffee and cream down on a small table, I signed the check and handed him a generous cash tip.
Sipping the steamy rich brew, I checked my schedule on my iPhone calendar. It was a crazy busy day. All day long, I had meetings with one advertising agency after another to hear their pitches. The ZAP! pitch was the last one at five p.m. At the end of the day, my team and I would decide on which agency was going to get the Gloria’s Secret account. And then I would be on the corporate jet heading back to Los Angeles.
While the caffeine set my brain in action, I couldn’t stop thinking of Jaime Zander. I was as excited as I was anxious about seeing him again. Part of me wished that the ZAP! meeting was the first one—just to get it over with. I had no idea how I was going to get through the other meetings without being distracted by the anticipation of seeing him. I wasn’t use to a powerful man rendering me powerless.
I showered and got ready. There was only one solution to the Jaime problem. I needed to look and feel extra powerful today. In control. Fierce. I added a thick layer of mascara to my long eyelashes and hint of blue eye shadow to bring out the intimidating color of my one blue vs. brown eye. I whipped my long hair into a tight French braid. Lastly, instead of the Gloria’s Secret lip-gloss I usually wore, I applied a brilliant shade of red lipstick to my full lips. “Red lips can rule zee world,” preached my mentor, Madame Paulette.
The outfit I chose was all about power and control—a winter white fitted Chanel suit—perfect for an Ice Queen—and a pair of killer Louboutin black patent stilettos that made me over six feet tall. Beneath my suit, I boosted my confidence with an ivory lace push-up bra from our Sexy Angels collection that matched my bikinis and garter. The sheer black silk stockings I selected made a dramatic contrast with the suit and went well with my jet bead necklace and earrings. Grabbing my purse and briefcase, I headed out the door. I was powered up, ready to take on the various pitches and Jaime Zander.
The elevator once again took its time coming. So much for the saying, “clothes make the person.” My short-lived self-confidence morphed into anxiety. I feared the elevator might be broken, never get here….and that at any moment, Jaime might show up. My eyes darted back and forth between the elevator and his room down the hallway. I sighed with relief when the elevator arrived first. I scuttled into it, and blew out another breath of air when the elevator doors closed sans Mr. Zander.
Kevin, dressed in skinny black leather jeans and a tight knit pullover, was waiting for me in the lobby. He gave me a hug. “Morning Glory, you look sensational!”
“Thanks. Where’s Vivien?”