Hi Guys! So I have decided that this chapter will be in Emma's POV. The POV will go back and forth each chapter.
Saturday-My life was perfect, blazing career, orderly flat, and several women available for play whenever and wherever. Sunday and Monday- a fucking mess. I was unable to concentrate, obsessively watching that damn video, and had a stranger's knickers burning a hole in my side table in my bedroom. Shifting in my chair, I ran my thumb over the screen, turning my phone on for the thousandth time today. The lunch meeting had veered off topic again, and I tried my best to look like I gave a damn about what anyone was going on about, but as soon as the topic of golf came up, I was done. All I could think about was her anyway. I glanced down; making sure the volume was muted and hesitating for only a moment before pressing play. The screen was dark, the image was blurry, but I didn't need to make out every detail to know what came next even without the sound I could remember the loud music, the way her hips move to the beat while her dress hitched further and further up her thighs. My stranger has the most exquisite skin I never seen. Fuck, I would have licked her from the ankle the hip and back again and she's given me the chance. I know now that she was dancing just for me that she knew I was watching. And she fucking loved it. Christ. That tiny slip of a dress her messy chin length caramel hair and those enormous, innocent brown eyes. Those made me want to do very, very bad things to her while she watched. Her perfect arse and tense didn't hurt either.
"Your horrible lunch date Swan." August reached over and pulled a chip from my plate.
"Mmm?" I murmured, I've still down, careful not to react in any way. "You're discussing golf. I'm over here killed by boredom. I'm sitting here, quite literally dead."
If there's one thing I learned in this business, is that you never show your cards, even when you're holding the worst hand imaginable. Or a video of a girl dancing just before you fucked her against the wall.
"Whatever you're looking at on that phone is obviously a hundred times better than Tiger Woods looks this year and you're not sharing."
If he only knew.
"Taking a peek at the market," I said with a small shake of my head. I almost let slip a groan as I close the video slipping my phone into the inside of my suit jacket, "nothing of interest to you."
August drained the last of his drink and left.
" I hate that you're such a good liar."
If we hadn't been the best of mates since opening one of the most successful venture capital firms in the city three years ago, I might have actually believed him.
"I think you're looking at porn on your phone." Ignore him.
"Hey, Emma," Mr. Gold, our head tech advisor, piped in.
"Whatever happened with that woman you were talking to at the bar?"
Normally when my best mate asked about a random woman I'd met, I'd shrug and say," quick shag" or even simply," limo."
But for some reason, this time I shook my head instead," nothing."
Another round of drinks arrived at our table and I think the server absently even though I hadn't yet touch my first one. My guys move restlessly around the room. It was typical lunchtime crowds, business meetings and ladies who lunch. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. Gold frowned, closing the file he had been looking over as he slipped into his briefcase. He lifted his glass to his forehead.
"Is anyone else still paying for the weekend, though? I'm too old for that shit anymore." I lift my Scotch to my lips and immediately regretted it. How could a drink I had practically everyday since puberty remind me of a woman I had seen exactly once? I looked up at the sound of a throat clearing.
"Hey," August said.
I followed his gaze to wear a man was crossing the dining room.
"Isn't that David Nolan?"
"Well, I'll be damned," I said, as the tall shape of my old friend moved across the restaurant.
"Do you know him?" asked gold.
"Yes, we went into uni together he was my flat mate for three years. Called a couple of months ago I wanted to borrow my place to propose to his girlfriend. We talked about moving David media's expansion to the Chicago office."
We watched as David stopped at the table on the far side of the room, smiling like an idiot before bending to kiss a stunning brunette.
"I'm guessing France did the trick." August laughed.
But it wasn't the future Mrs. David Nolan who had my attention. It was a beautiful woman who stood behind her, reaching for her purse. Caramel honey hair, the same red lips I've been kissing at the club the same light brown eyes. It was all I can do to stay in my chair and not go straight to her. She smiled at David, and then he said something that made both women laugh as the three of them left the restaurant and I could do nothing but stare on. I suppose it was time to pay my old friend of visit.
Emma Swan. Large metal door separating and inner office from David media's outer reception area opened, and the man himself walked out to me.
"How the hell are you?" I stepped away from the floor to ceiling windows and shook David's hand.
"Brilliant," I said, glancing around. The spaces Itself was at least two stories high in the atrium, and the Polish marble flooring gleamed in the full sun. A small seating area was set off to the side, with whether couches and in enormous class bubble chandelier hanging from at least twenty feet up. Behind the broad reception desk, a smooth waterfall was Bill into the wall, the water cascade over a slate bluestone. A small cluster of employees hurried from the elevators to various offices, throwing David nervous glances.
"Looks like you're settling right in." He motion for me to follow him inside.
"We're slowly getting things rolling. Chicago is after all still Chicago." He let me into his office, headquarters sweet with seamless windows and breathtaking view of the park.
"And the fiancée?" I asked, nodding to a framed photograph on his desk.
"I'm guessing she liked the Mediterranean. Why else would she agree to marry an arrogant twat like you?"
David laughed. "Kathryn is perfect. Thanks for letting me take her there."
I shrugged. "Just an empty house most of the time. I'm glad it did the trick."
Motioning for me to sit, David sat himself in a large wing back chair, his back to a wall of windows.
"It's been a while. How are things?"
"Fantastic."
"So I hear." He scratched his jaw studying me.
"I'd love for you to come over sometime now that were removed in. I've told Kathryn all about you."
"I hope that he's quite exaggeration."
Of anyone in Chicago David probably have the most jerk from my wildest days. Well, he conceded, "I've told her just enough to want to meet you."
"I love to catch up, any time.' I glanced at the buildings out the window behind him, hesitating.
David wasn't easy to read in these kinds of situations, it was one of the things that made him so good at what he did.
"But I'll admit that I'm here and ask her favor."
He leaned forward smiling. "I figured."
I'm comfortable and worked with for some of the most intimidating people in the world, but David never failed to make me take the time to choose my words carefully. Particularly when asking about something this... Delicate.
"I've been a bit preoccupied with a woman I met the other night. I let her go before getting her number, and I've been kicking myself ever since. As luck would have it, I spotted are having lunch with you and your lovely Kathryn yesterday afternoon."
He considered me for a moment. "You're talking about Regina?"
"Regina," I said, perhaps a bit too triumphantly.
"Oh no," he said, shaking his head." Not a chance, Emma."
"What?" But with David I couldn't maintain an innocent expression for long.
The man knew me only from my university days. Maybe not my best representation of a good behavior.
"Kathryn will have my balls if she finds out I'll let you anywhere near Regina no way."
I press to hand to my chest.
"I'm wounded, Mate. What if my intentions are honorable?"
David laughed and he stayed to walk over to the window.
"Regina's..." He hesitated." She's just come out of a bad breakup. and you're... "He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You're not her type."
"Come on, David. I'm not a nineteen year old wanker anymore."
He threw me an amused smirk. "Okay, but you're talking to the man who saw you successfully hook up with three women in a single evening, without any of them knowing about the others."
I grinned." you've got it all wrong. They were all very well acquainted by the end of the night."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Just give me her number. We'll consider it a thank you for the loan of my generous villa."
"You're such an asshole."
"I believe I've heard that before," I said, standing.
"Regina and I, we had... An interesting conversation."
"A conversation. Regina had a conversation with you. I'm skeptical."
"A rather enjoyable one, yes. She's intriguing, that little one. Unfortunately, we were interrupted before I could get her name. I see you. What luck I had, running into you. And all." I raise my eyebrows expectedly.
"Lucky, yes... "Smiling, then David took his seat again looking up at me.
"But I'm afraid you'll have to find your luck somewhere else. I'm quite fond of my testicles, I'd like to keep them. I'm not going to smooth the way for you here."
"You always were a prick."
"So I've heard. Lunch Thursday?"
"You bet."
I left David's office intend on having a look around the company's new quarters. They taken over three floors of the building and I'd heard they'd already had quite a bit of work done.
"Not bad, David," I murmured, walking back into the hallway and staring up and a large Timothy Hogan photography installment. "Good taste in art for a total wanker."
"What are you doing here?" I looked up to find a very surprised Regina frozen halfway down the hall.
I couldn't help breaking into a grin, this really was my lucky day. Or ... Not, if her expression was any indication.
"Regina!" I sang.
"What a lovely surprise. I was just at a meeting. I'm Emma, by the way. Pleasure to finally put a name to the"- I dropped my eyes and studied her chest, and then the rest of her, through her snug black dress—"Face."
Christ, she was hot. When I looked back up, her eyes had grown to roughly the size of saucers. But the woman had the most enormous brown eyes. If they were any bigger, she'd be a leamur. She grabbed my arm, pulling me down the hallway, her fitted me high boots clanking on the stone tiles.
"Lovely to seeyou so soon, Regina."
"How did you find me?" She whispered.
"A friend of a friend." I wave my hands dismissively and looked her over. Her bangs were to the left side and held in place by a tiny bobby pin.
"Regina it's quite a lovely name, you know." She narrowed her eyes.
"I should have guessed you were a psychopath."
I laughed. "Not quite."
A young woman walked by, ducking her head and muttering a timid," good afternoon, Miss Mills," before scampering away, and we have a last name. Thank you, terrified intern!
"Regina Mills," I crowed." Perhaps we could continue this conversation in a more private location?"
She looked around and dropped her voice. "I'm not having sex with you in my office, if that's what you're here for."
Oh, she's fantastic.
"I actually just came by to welcome me properly to Chicago. But I suppose I could just do that out here..."
"You have two minutes," she said, turning on her heel and moving toward her office.
We turned corner after corner, finally reaching another smaller reception area lined in Windows overlooking the city skyline. A young man sitting at a circular desk looked up as we passed.
"I'll be in my office, Jefferson," she said over her shoulder." No interruptions, please." With the door closed behind us she turned to face me.
" Two minutes."
"If pressed, I could get you off in two minutes." I step forward, reaching out to brush my thumb along her hip. "But I think we both know that you'd like me to take longer."
"Two minutes to explain why you're here," she clarified her voice shaking slightly and how you found me.
"Well, I began, I met this woman on Saturday. Fucked her against the wall, in fact. And I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. She was extraordinary,beautiful, funny, sexy as hell. But she didn't give me her name and she left me with nothing but her knickers… Could hardly even be considered a trail of breadcrumbs. "I close the distance between us tucking her hair behind your ear and running my nose along the inside of her draw.
"And when I came this morning touching myself while thinking about how she felt I still don't know what name to say." Clearing her throat Regina pushed me away, moving to the other side of her desk.
"That doesn't explain how you found me," she said, cheeks flushed.
I'd seen her under the strobe lights, had thrown back and eyes closed, but I wanted to see her bear, with the sunlight streaming through the office window. I wanted to know exactly how far that blush could spread down her body. I dropped the teasing a bit a little. This Regina was so starkly different from the flirtatious New York transplant I'd met at the bar.
"I happened to see you at lunch yesterday with David. We go way back. I simply put two and two together and hoped I'd see you again."
" You told David about Saturday?" She hissed, and the flesh I've been admiring drained from your face.
"God, no. I assure you, I don't have a death wish. I just asked for her number. He refused."
Her shoulders relaxed the smallest bed." Okay."
"Look, it's a coincidence that I saw you, and I'm coming off a bit strong by being here, but I did want to see David regardless. If you ever want to have dinner... "I dropped my card on your desk and turn to leave.
"The video," she said abruptly. "What did you do with it?"
I turn back, and the urge to tease her became almost unbearable. But the longer I talk to answer, the more panicked she appeared. She finally broke. "Did you put it on youtube or porn tube or whatever sites people use?"
I burst out laughing, unable to keep it in. "What?"
"Just please tell me you didn't."
"God, of course not! A limit I've watched it approximately seven hundred thousand times, but no, I would never share it."
She looks down at her hands in front of her, picking at her finger now. I could I see it? What was that inner voice? Curiosity? Something more? I moved around the desk just to stand behind her. She was still tense but she lean back against me, her hands clinched in fists at her sides. I pulled my phone from my jacket and I found the video, pressing play in holding it up for her to see. With the volume up, the beat of the music played from the small speakers. She appeared on the screen, dancing with the arms above her head, and just like the first time I watched in person, I felt myself begin to get wet.
"Right there," I said against her neck, "is when you wondered whether I noticed your dress catching up. Isn't it?" I press my hips against her backside.
I set my phone on the desk in front of her, placing my hand on her waist. And there I said, nodding to the video again she picked up my phone and looked at it more closely.
"The way you looked at me over your shoulder, that's my favorite part. That look on your face, it's like you're dancing just for me."
" Oh god," she whispered I hope she was remembering what it felt like, what it was like to have me watch her. And then she picked up my hand and moves it slowly to the hem of her dress, when she lifted to her hip. Her skin the snake beneath my palm, and I slip my hand to her stomach, the muscles of her abdomen quivered under my touch.
"Are you dancing for me?" I asked, needing the reminder.
She nodded, pushing my hand lower. Christ, this woman was a tangle contradiction.
"What else did you think about?" I asked." Did you think about my face between your thighs, in my mouth?"
She nodded again, biting her lip.
"I wanted to touch you," I said my hands moving down beneath her panties. "Just like this.
Her body bowed beneath me, curling against my own to bend over the desk.
"I want to feel how wet you are," I said, my breath ragged, my voice low and rough.
"How wet you are knowing that I came this morning while watching you." My fingers slipped lower.
She gasped.
"Are you watching?" I asked, pushing the single finger inside.
She nodded and I slipped in a second, my thumb moving in circles over her clit.
"You're so fucking wet," I said, my teeth dragging along for shoulder.
"We... Shouldn't do this here," she said.
And still, she pushed further into my hand. All around my steady rhythm, I could feel her begin to tighten, her breath coming out in tiny, sharp pants. What's a guilty wins, I remove my hand and turned her to face me. She was practically drugged, eyelids heavy, lips parted.
"And unfortunately my two minutes are up." I kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and then each of her eyelids when she closed her eyes. And then I took my phone out of her hand and walked out of her office.
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