Jacob and I agreed to arrive in seperate cars for dinner, however the compromise was that my driver would be under his employment. We had also agreed to arrive at seperate times. Me first, because it was professional, and then himself. I was undoubtably nervous for the events to come, more so meeting, and being face to face with Ava again. I do wish I had a rapport relationship with her, however given her past with Jacob and her impossible personality, it seems unlikely. When I arrive, I notice Mr Sommers and Felix who are just arriving themselves. I walk over and am greeted fondly by my coworkers. "Hello Emma!" Mr Sommer's was always a sweetheart, however his demanding demeanour and reputation demanded respect. Everyone in New York City new that he was the best closer, the man's never been beaten, and every single one of his settlements have greatly been in his clients' favour.

"Hello Mr Sommers," I reply amicably.

"Oh please, call me Grayson." I smile politely and direct my attention to Felix.

"Hey beautiful," he says taking me into a hug.

I look back at him skeptically, "What's got you grinning like the cheshire cat?"

"I was going to tell you later, but... I got accepted into Columbia next semester."

"Felix! That's amazing!" I look over to Grayson to see how he feels about this, and he's smiling proudly.

"Did you get the scholarship?"

"Sort of, I wasn't well suited for the particular scholarship I went out for, I did however get a lacrosse scholarship."

"I didn't know you played lacrosse," I hit his arm playfully.

"Since sophomore year," he said as a fatter of fact.

Grayson directed his attention back to Felix, and while they talked about lacrosse, I focused my attention to the private room we were in. The lighting was more yellow than white, which made the nigh time vibe more authentic, and was soft on peoples completions. The walls were painted black, and the carpet seemed rarely used. The rooms seemed sophisticated, while maintaining the integrity of the cuisine and it's heritage; Japan. The table was set so that there was no heads-of the table, and rather four seats on one side, and three on the other. Of course, Grayson, Felix and I already took up three seats, leaving the seat to Mr Sommer's right free for Jacob, and on the opposite side, there were three seats for Ava and presumably her legal council. It's not long before Ava's council arrive and make idle conversations with us, but the room felt stuffy and tense. Finally, Ava arrives, clutching onto Jacobs arm like life support. If I could, my eyes would be shooting laser beams at where they touch, separating them at my will.

"Sorry I'm late," Ava's voice fills the room and when her eyes lock with my, she inhales a sharp breath and falters in her step slightly. It brings a smirk to my lips when Jacob doesn't even bother to steadier her, and rather takes it as an opportunity to release himself from her grasp.

When he takes a seat next to Mr Grayson, he shakes Ava's lawyer hands while looking at them with distain. It annoys me that he never can see his rude behaviour as imprudent, and it's hard for me to not always reprimand him. "Alright. Let's begin." He says with demand. Watching him work sent tingles over my skin, the way he commanded the room reminded me to familiarly of the way he took command in bed. Watching him work with Ava however, made me want to vomit. I pulled out my phone under the table to once again check my work schedule, with Jacob's new project and the attention I need to apply to it, I'm really going to overwork myself. Even f I worked all the shifts available to me, I would only be able to pay for a quarter of my tuition. If the coffee shop was on 2929 Broadway it would barely take five minutes to get there from campus and then-

"Ms Langa!" Ava's voice cut through sharply. "I would appreciate you're attention to my 3.8 billion dollar project." While she smiled with a slightly annoyed crinkling in her brow, her voice was nothing but spiteful.

"I'm sure you can speak nicer to my council. If you can't then I'm going to struggle to do business with you Ava."

"You wouldn't. We've already payed nearly 4 billion dollars."

"Please," he rolls his eyes, "While it would be an unfortunate loss, shit happens, and do you really think I care about a mere 4 billion?"

Ava returns her attention back to me, "I'm sorry if what I said came across as...rude...please forgive me, I'm simply dedicated to this project."

"Make no mistake, so am I." I respond, equally as forceful as when she first spoke to me.

Ava and I mutually ignored each other for the rest of the dinner, which none of the male personal in the room thankfully could recognise, it still shook me hoe callously Jacob talked about 4 billion dollars! However what Felix said earlier about a scholarship got me thinking that I should apply for one at Columba. When dinner concluded a lot had been discussed in regards to partnership agreements and Mr Grayson explained how the different working capital requirements should interact. While everyone at the table had ordered a desert wine, Felix and I stuck to club soda. While I would very rarely, occasionally drink in celebration, drinking underage in front of my boss would not be a smart move. I mean don't get me wrong, I don't condone drinking underage, but I mean, technically in Australia I'm already a year over the drinking legal limit. Despite needing to go over a few more technicalities that should be discussed in person, Jacob concludes the meeting, and part of me is aware he did it because I was extremely tired. I hadn't yet told him I couldn't stay wth him becuase I had my first shift tomorrow morning, becuase he already objected to me working two jobs. Mr Sommers and Ava's legal council are the first to leave, Felix turns to me and says, "Do you need a lift to Columbia?"

Before I can gratefully except, Jacob interjects, "No she doesn't she's staying with me tonight."

Rubbing the crawling sleep from my eyes I place my hand on Jacobs chest and say, "Jacob, I can't, I start work tomorrow, and I have to be there at 6 to start training."

"Then I'll drive with you in the morning," he says pleadingly.

"That would simply waste you're time, and I know you've been working at you're house a lot more than usual for me, and you're company is suffering."

"I can drop you at six and be at work by 6:30, no big deal."

"You usually would go into work and be there by 5:30 at the latest," I protest. I remember his mother complain at a dinner about how ridiculously hard he worked himself, and how outrageous his self inflicted hours were. He was clocking in at nearly 126 hours a week before he became involved with me. And now he was probably just over half of that to accommodate time for me.

"Maybe. But I use to stay at the office that late because I had to reason to come home. Now I do," he says into my ear so very quietly.

I guess waking up slightly earlier would be okay, and I guess I can always sleep in the car if I had to, plus I have not actual classes tomorrow, and was planning on spending the day working on the contracts for the Reynolds-Bronson deal. "Ok." I sigh, to exhausted to protest. I turn to Felix who stood uncomfortably, looking of towards Ava still in the room, "That's ok, don't worry about that lift. Thank you for the offer though."

When we enter the limo, Jacobs fingers link with mine, squeezing lighting and possessively. "That meeting was...interesting."

"How so?" he responded indifferently.

"First of all, you don't need to defend me the way you did in the restaurant."

"You're my girlfriend Emma, she should have treated you better than that."

"I'm also some-what part of you're legal team, and it's my job to pay attention. However spiteful her comment was, she was right, I shouldn't be on my phone."

"But-"

"No. There is no excuse, and when we are in a business room, you treat me just like everyone else."

"What ever makes you happy." He kisses my knuckles, one bump at a time. His mouth is warm and wet as it moves over my delicate skin. "I'm happy to behave. If you will."

"I said behave in a boardroom, not the bedroom."

A lopsided grin tugs at a corner of his mouth. "And what might the rules be about in the limo?"

He turns my hand over and presses his lips to my pulse point at my wrist, then licks, the tip of his tongue flickering over the fluttering spot. My heart pounds, and it's all I can do not to squirm as liquid heat pools between my legs. I never knew my wrist could be so sensitive. "No rules," he murmurs. His mouth travels along my arm, his fingers still linked with mine. His other hand wraps around the back of my neck. As anticipation builds, I part my lips, my breath quickening. "Beautiful. So responsive all over." His voice rasps hotly over me.

My cheeks heat. "It's you. You're making me responsive." He hums with satisfaction. His mouth is at the crook of my neck, his breath fanning over my sensitive skin. I moan, clutching his shoulder. "Kiss me," I whisper. "Please."

Jacob pulls me toward him, "Damn, you're hot," he grinds out. His mouth is back on mine as his big hands push at the hem of my dress; he pulls me over, onto his lap, my legs positioned indecently on each side of his thighs. His touch is feather-soft and tender, his lips impossibly soft as they brush over mine. He traces the shape of my mouth, every flick of his tongue teasing and coaxing. I lean into him and open up for more, something deeper and carnal. When he licks my tongue, I capture his in my mouth and suck. A deep groan spills from his chest, and his hand fists around my hair. My breathing is ragged, and I dig my hands into his shoulders. "Baby, slow down." His lips press against my neck. "I'll take care of you." A lick. "I promise."

He undoes the buttons and ties that keep my wrap-dress together. Our gazes lock. His eyes are dark, impossibly dilated. Flush colors his cheeks and lips swollen from our kisses. Stark need etches his face, and I love it that he doesn't hide his desire for me. It's impossible to be shy before a man who wants me the way Elliot wants me. My garment parts, revealing my lacy bra and bare belly. He caresses my ribcage. I reposition myself so I can feel his cock pressing against me. A deft flick of his fingers and the front clasp of my bra comes undone. My breasts spill into his waiting hands, and I let out a groan as the touch sends sharp pleasure raking through my insides. My nipples bead until they become two tight points, begging for his attention. His gaze tilts upward until it ensnares mine. "I've never been with a woman as honest in her desire as you."

The air is too heavy, his words digging into my heart and finding something raw and vulnerable deep inside. I let out a shaky laugh. "With all the women you've been with, at least one of them had to be honest."

"They just wanted to fuck a billionaire. You want to fuck me. You want to love me. And I want to love you to." He licks the tip of my breast, stealing my breath.

"Jacob..." He pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, trapping me between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Coherent thoughts are impossible now. I cry out softly and let myself feel, appreciating the pleasure he's giving me. He is so intent, focused on capturing even my smallest response. Hot bliss courses through me, and the tension in my gut tightens.

His hand slips underneath my skirt and fingers my clit through the wet fabric of my panties. "Fuck you're hot."

"Yes," I whisper.

His breath on my fevered flesh feels cool, and I shiver. He takes my other nipple, and my eyes shut as my body rides wave after wave of pleasure.

He takes my nipple back into his mouth, his hand at my clit, circling it and rubbing it. I moan and cry out as the tension coils tightly in my belly. The throbbing deep inside me grows stronger, and my chest heaves.

I'm so, so close. "Jacob, please...please..."

His teeth nip me as the rubbing increases its intensity and his thumb moves with greater force. The sharp pain mixing with the blissful sensation pushes me over. I cry out as my entire body shakes with blinding rapture. Even the soles of my feet are hot and tingling.

When I open my eyes, he's stopped, and I notice he is still hard. I want him inside me. I reach for him, and he shakes his head. "I didn't bring a condom."

I blink at him. "Why not?"

"Because I didn't think we'd be having sex here in the limo."

"I've never wanted to be on the pill more, than in this very moment," I say, with a glance at his pants. I kiss him. He returns the kiss for too brief a moment, then pulls back. I clutch his shirt with a moan of protest.

He gives me a lick on my lips. "I hate to say it, but...we're here."

"What?" After a moment, I realise the limo's stopped and I can sense the driver is no longer in the vehicle. "Oh yeah. At least I'm certain we have condoms upstairs." He smiles a sinister grin, the night was far from over.