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Chapter Two
ELIZA'S POV
Waking up to the New York skyline, I can't quite believe how my first few days in this amazing city have been. I knew it would hold everything I could ever have wanted, but this is kind of amazing right now. I'm in bed with some sort of multi millionaire, but I'm not here for her money or her status. I'm here because her eyes begged me for attention last night when I caught her staring from across the bar. I had no idea she would live in a place like this, but she does, and it just made the sex even hotter. I mean, at one point, she had me pinned against the window while she took me from behind. Not many people can say they've come harder than ever before whilst looking out over Central Park, but I can. I can, and it was fucking hot. She never once gave me the impression that she wanted me to leave at first light, in fact, she made a comment about how she doesn't like that. I know I barely know this woman I'm lay next to, but something about her tells me she is honest and trusting. Something tells me that she wants a relationship.
I won't lie, it wasn't ever my intention to get tied down so young, but for her…I could make an exception. She's hot. Dirty hot. And those eyes? Jesus Christ, those eyes kill me. It was all I could see last night when she was writhing beneath me. It was all I could see as she screamed my name and begged me for more. She was all I could see. I don't think I've ever been so focused in the bedroom if I'm totally honest. I love some hot sex as much as the next person, but this wasn't just sex. This was something more. I don't quite know what, but I could certainly get used to it. I could get used to her. Her name. Her eyes. Her smile. Her scent. Just…everything. She's addictive.
My bladder screaming for relief, I quietly and slowly climb from her super kingsize bed and stretch out my body. I'm not sure I've ever ached from sex, but this morning…I am. This morning I'm feeling on top of the freaking world. Although, that could be the fact that we are 63 stories up. Who knows. Slipping off into the bathroom, I go about my business and quietly turn the taps. Washing my hands, I glance up into the huge mirror in front of me and gasp at the sight. Multiple bruises and love bites cover my neck, and even though I find it so hot that my center throbs, I have no idea how I'm supposed to get rid of them. I mean, I have to work on Monday, and it's my first day. I'm not sure how well that will go down with my new boss. I hear he's alright and can be fun to be around, but still… It doesn't give off a very good impression.
Shaking my head, a slight smile creeps onto my face and I bite my lip. Stepping out of the bathroom, I find the bed empty and suddenly I feel nervous. Last night, the arousal and want took over, but in the cold light of day, she may ask me to leave. I wouldn't be at all surprised. I mean, she says she's not looking for anything casual, but most people say that when they are looking for a little fun. Especially when said fun is standing in your home with her hands down your panties. I've met women like her before. I know how they like to be in control of the situation. I'm all for being controlled, but with Arizona, I'm not so sure.
"Good morning." I give her an awkward smile and move towards the bed, pulling a sheet up and over my body. "I, uh…sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"No?" She asks as she turns and puts on a pot of fresh coffee. "Planning to run out?"
"What? No. I needed to pee." I laugh. "Could um, could I grab some coffee before I leave? Would you mind?"
"Not at all." She shrugs. "It will be a few minutes if you can wait around."
"Sure." I nod. "I'll just get my crap together." I don't really want to leave, but I'm sure she is a busy woman, and I'm sure she has better things to do than hanging around here with me all morning.
"Okay."
Not the response I was hoping for… God, she makes me so fucking nervous. Moving back towards the bed, I grab my clothes from the floor and prepare to do the walk of shame through the city streets. How embarrassing. Headed off into the bathroom, I slip my dress back over my body and I feel a little pathetic. I mean, do people still actually leave places early in the morning with the clothes on from the night before? It's no surprise she isn't interested in me. She's older and sophisticated. You only have to look at her home to see how wealthy she is. Sure, she may not show it, or dress like it, but yeah…she must dine with the elite. It's a given, surely.
Making my way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, a slight blush creeps up my face when Arizona discovers the bruises and bite marks she has left on my neck and shoulder blades. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Placing her hand over her mouth, her eyes widen but she doesn't say anything else.
"Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it." Moving a little closer, I grab a cup of coffee and sweeten it. "I'll just finish this and then I'll be gone."
"Yeah, um…"
"Arizona, you don't have to say anything." I give her a genuine smile and she simply nods and moves away from me. I hate this awkwardness, but then again, I've never really hung around to discuss the night before. It's not how it usually goes. Knocking back the remainder of my coffee, I slip on my heels and grab my purse. Scribbling my number down on a post it, I leave it sat on her kitchen counter and move towards the door. "So, I had a great night. Maybe I'll see you around, yeah?"
"Sure." She smiles and settles down on her very expensive couch. "Bye."
Leaving her apartment, my shoulder slump a little and I feel some sort of loss immediately. I don't know why this woman has gotten to me, but she has. I hate how she's made me feel this morning, and honestly, I'm a little pissed that she didn't have much to say. Seems she was the one who would be trouble. Not me.
Slumping down on my couch, I grab my cell from the coffee table I recently purchased and glance at the screen. Nothing. I've been home for a few hours now and I hoped Arizona would have at least sent me a quick text. Even if it was just to tell me to leave her alone. I've thought about going back to the bar tonight, but honestly, I'll only be left disappointed. She won't be there again, and even if she was…she doesn't want anything more to do with me. I think she has made that perfectly clear.
I genuinely expected her to at least make conversion this morning, but she didn't. She didn't and I didn't know if I should hang around or not. She seemed so sure that last night would leave her hurt, but it's turned and now I'm the one sat here with thoughts of her running through my mind. Maybe I got off lightly. Maybe I left at the right time. I'd love to know more about her, and I'd love to spend more time with her, but she gives me the impression that it will never happen. I mean, why would it? I'm 25, and about to become an assistant. She's a multi millionaire, and very secretive about what she does. I looked up her condo block. Yeah, the cheapest in that place is almost $13,000, 000. Why the hell would she want me around?
I can be secretive if that's what she needs. I live a secretive life already so it would be no trouble for me. Problem is, I need to get more into her life in order for us to have a secret relationship. I need to get her attention. Her time. Hitting the message tab on my cell, I send off a message to a familiar number.
Hey! Missing you out here in the big apple. You good? Eliza x
God, I miss you, too. How's life treating you out there? Jo x
Good. I think. Had a few crazy nights but quiet other than that. Start Monday at my new office. Eliza x
Met anyone to keep you company yet? Jo x
I thought I may have. Seems I didn't. Eliza x
Tell me more….
Not much to tell. She's hot. Blonde. Very rich. Eliza x
You found a rich one? Awesome! Jo x
Mm, not why I went after her. There's just something about Arizona. I didn't know she had money. Eliza x
Wait! Hold up! You said blonde and her name is Arizona? Jo x
Good to see you are paying attention. Eliza x
My cell buzzing in my hand, I hit the accept button and soon my best friends voice is piercing through my apartment. "Oh my god, lize! You mean Arizona Robbins?"
"Uh, I don't know her last name. I don't imagine there are many women named Arizona, though, so yeah…that could be her."
"Google her!" My friend states. "Just Google her."
Grabbing my already open laptop, I hit the browser tab and type in the possible name of the woman I cannot get out of my thoughts. Her picture popping up, I gasp in surprise. "Holy shit! That's her, Jo."
"Check her out." Jo encourages.
"Okay, so…Arizona Robbins, 32, raised in Baltimore, made her money by the age of 28. Worth $320m…Jesus, Jo! $320m?"
"Mmhmm." My friend agrees. "She's been involved in some pretty major projects. I think she's amazing."
Projects? Scrolling further down the page, I finally find her job and it all makes sense now. Architecture. Interior and exterior. She does have an amazing condo, but I didn't expect her to have made her money that way. I don't know how I thought she made it, but architecture wasn't on the list.
"You still with me, Lize?"
"Y-Yeah." I sigh.
"She's done all kinds." Jo states. "I think her last project was something to do with Park Avenue. She did the whole thing. She's got some eye for detail, so she must have liked you if she took an interest."
"I slept with her." My words falling from my mouth quicker than I can process them, I shake my head and internally chastise myself. "Forget I even said that."
"Oh my god. You haven't wasted any time have you?" Jo laughs, but it's not like that. I didn't plan to meet anyone and even if I had, people like Arizona would have been last on my list.
"Jo, please keep this quiet."
"Who exactly am I going to tell? It's already weird that I'm into interior design and stuff so I'm not going to shout it for the world to hear."
"Thanks."
"So, when are you planning on seeing her again?"
"I'm not." I scoff. "I think she already thinks I went back to her place because of the morning, but I had no idea. I'd look stupid chasing her now that I do know about her millions."
"She doesn't know that you know so why are you worried?" Jo asks. "She's pretty amazing, you know. When she isn't designing some of the most amazing and well-known buildings in the world, she uses her own personal money to help rebuild war torn and third world countries. I'm pretty sure she has just overseen a project personally funded by herself in West Africa."
"Wow. I knew there was something about her, but I didn't think it was that." I laugh. "Anyway, I don't think she is interested. She got what she wanted and this morning she wasn't all that interested in me."
"Just go for it."
"Well if she doesn't call me, there is nothing to go for, Jo."
"Okay, but you have to at least try." My friend tries to convince me but I'm not so sure.
"Oh please…like she would want to be around me. What have I ever done in my life that is as amazing as what she does? I'm a freaking assistant, Jo. She's like some modern day Mahatma Gandhi."
"She's pretty famous in her world. Overpowered the men a long time ago. She and her work are in all of the architecture magazines."
"So, she's famous?"
"Oh yes." My friend states. "She definitely is."
"Well, that already wouldn't work." I scoff. "You know it wouldn't."
"So, you are telling me that you are willing to throw what could potentially be away because of your own issues?"
"Yeah. I am." I agree. "Look, I have to go, but thanks for the heads up."
"Lize, just wait…"
"Bye, Jo!" Cutting her off, I throw my cell down at the other end of the couch and lay my head back. Well, this is a fucking mess.
I couldn't help myself. I'd sat in silence at home all day, and I decided that I couldn't do it. I couldn't stay away from her. Headed down the street, I check myself over in the reflection of a car and I'm kinda satisfied that I look okay. I mean, I'm not wearing designer stuff, but I can still throw an outfit together when I have to. Feeling a little less confident than I did last night, I come to stop outside the bar I met Arizona at last night and take a moment to really think this through. Deciding that it's now or never, I push the door open and step inside. I don't now whether it is because I know how wealthy she is now, but the clientele seems so much more high-end tonight. Business men in expensive tailored suits dotted about, and women in the newest Chanel range, I feel a little intimidated. Glancing around, those blue eyes and blonde hair immediately catch my attention. She is sitting with another woman, and right now…she looks a little cozy. Seems I missed my chance.
Deciding to grab a drink since I'm already here, I head over to the opposite side of the bar and train my eyes on everything but Arizona. I don't really feel like much conversation with her right now, so I'll slip off to an empty booth while she isn't looking. "Whiskey, straight," I call out to the bartender. Giving me a nod of the head, I tap my fingers against the hardwood my wrists are resting on and hope that this night goes quicker than I'd originally planned. My drink appearing before me, I thank him and hand him some cash. Moving away, I find Arizona watching me out of the corner of my eye but I keep moving. I already feel like an ass as it is, and I don't need her new piece hearing all about our night together. I'm not that kind of person, and I do like my private life to be kept private. Even if Arizona thinks differently.
Slipping into an empty booth a few away from the bar, I try to hold back the tears I feel threatening to fall. Why the hell are you upset? It was a one night stand…she won't be the last. Taking a large sip from my glass, I rest my head back against the leather interior and sigh. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. I don't know where I went wrong. Maybe it's just the age. Maybe I just don't fit into her lifestyle…I don't know.
What I do know, though, is that I shouldn't be here. I'm not made for this place. This isn't my scene. My kind of people. I'm poor compared to these people. They want the glitz, the bling. They want people who speak their language. Business meetings. Fancy dinners. That isn't me. Laughing to myself, I grab my cell and send Jo a quick message.
She may be good to the rest of the world, but she is already about to be in someone else's arms. Typical for me, huh? Eliza x
Hey, don't say that. Maybe it was never going to work out with you guys, but you will find happiness in NY, just you wait and see. Love ya, Lize x
Thanks. I think I'll finish up this drink and head home. Shitty day followed by a shitty night for me. Call you tomorrow. Love ya, too x
Slipping my cell back into my purse, I knock back my Whiskey and turn to head back towards the bar. Headed off to the bathroom, I find it a little too busy for my liking so I decide to just head home instead. Headed out, I'm stopped by a gorgeous body in front of me. "Why are you here?" Arizona questioning me sends my head into a spin and it freaks me out a little.
"What? Am I not good enough to be in here? Not classy enough for you and your multi millionaire friends?"
"That isn't what I meant." She furrows her brow.
"Sure it wasn't." I scoff. "Look, you fucked me and I fucked you. It was amazing. Probably the best I ever had…but that's where it ends. I get it, okay? Go fuck your new friend and I'll get out of your life."
Stepping around the blonde who has invaded my every thought I'm pretty mad. I mean, what does that even mean? She wasn't complaining about me being here last night when it suited her needs, so why does she care now? Why did she even come over to me…I don't understand. Stepping out onto the street, the cool night air hits my face and it feels amazing.
"Eliza, wait!"
"Fuck off, moneybags!" Flipping the finger over my shoulder, I head off down the street and try to desperately control my emotions. Arizona is nothing to me. She never will be. The sooner I get this new job underway the sooner I can forget she even exists. If it wasn't for Jo telling me exactly who myex lay was, I'd be none the wiser. If I can just go back to tomorrow day, none of this will have happened. No such look, though, huh?
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