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A POV
"Mrs. Lewis, your boutique has been in your family for almost fifty years?"
"We're celebrating our fiftieth anniversary in a few weeks.", Victoria Lewis answers as we're sitting in the office of the Clothing Palette, the boutique she owns and which I'm doing the advertising campaign for. "My grandmother started it and passed it on to my mother who then passed it on to me. My daughter's only thirteen and can do whatever she wants when she gets older, but a part of me secretly hopes she'll continue the tradition."
"I think it's wonderful that you're keeping the legacy going.", I say as I jolt down some notes.
"Thanks. Fashion trends may have changed over the years, but we've always maintained that the customer comes first." She opens a folder and pulls out two photos. "This one photo of the boutique was taken when my grandmother first opened it, and the second one is was taken only a few weeks ago."
"Would it be ok if I borrowed them?"
"Of course. I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do.", she says.
"I promise you that I'm going to give you my best."
After talking some more and making plans to meet again next week, we say goodbye. I leave the office and head to the front of the boutique where Sawyer's browsing a display of women's scarves. He jumps when he sees me.
"Sorry. My girlfriend loves scarves.", he stammers.
"Ah, so there is a girlfriend.", I nod. "I wasn't sure if you were telling the truth or only saying that to get Julia off your back."
"There is definitely a girlfriend." He picks out a scarf that has multiple shades of pink. "What do you think of this one?"
"I like it." Pleased with my response, he takes the scarf to the register as my phone rings. Christian. "Hi."
"Hey. I know this morning you said you might have some work to do tonight so I'm calling to see if that's happening.", Christian says.
"I do need to do some work on my new campaign, but it won't be an all night thing. You can come over, and we can have some takeout." Sawyer finishes paying, and we step out of the boutique while I await Christian's answer.
"Baby, that's fine with me. I'd like to see you any way I can." One way I'd like to see Christian is naked and either underneath or on top of me. Our makeout sessions are nice, yet I feel like I'm ready to take the next step although I'm not sure if he's on the same page. I hold up my index finger to indicate to Sawyer to give me a second. "Kate's spending the night at Elliot's again so we'll have the place to ourselves. I was wondering if you might want to stay the night."
"I'd like that a lot. I slept like a baby that night we fell asleep watching a movie." I take a deep breath and make sure Sawyer can't hear me.
"Well, here's the thing.", I murmur. "I was kind of thinking there might be more than sleeping going on."
"Ana, I meant it when I said I'm ok with us taking things slow. I don't want to rush into anything we're not ready for."
"What if I'm ready? What if I want to take that next step? I can say I'm one hundred and ten percent ready. Anyway, we can talk about it some more tonight."
"You're drawing both of these photos?", Christian asks as he points to the photos given to me by Victoria Lewis. We're sitting at the kitchen table where we've just finished devouring our Chinese food. I grabbed my sketchbook off the counter and started working a little.
"Yep. I'm going to incorporate the past photo in with the new one." Christian gets out of his chair and walks around to mine, standing behind to get a better look at the picture I'm working on. "I took some art classes in school and sometimes like to use them when I'm working on ads."
"Ana, that looks great." His closeness sends prickles down my spine. I set my pencil down and look over my shoulder at him. "I didn't mean to distract you."
"You weren't." I stand and kiss him, deepening the kiss with each passing second. "Christian, I'm ready.", I whisper against his lips. "And I'm not just saying that. I'm really, truly ready." I move to the doorway of the kitchen and then into the living room. He slowly walks into the room. I then grab his hand and pull him into my bedroom.
"Everything will change once we do this."
"I know, and I'm ready for that. Are you?" He answers by shutting the door and clamping his lips onto mine. Our mouths are hungry for each other as we stumble backwards.
He slowly raises my shirt over my head. His eyes darken further once he sees my black lace bra.
"You're so fucking beautiful.", he murmurs, kissing my breasts through the fabric of my the bra. My nipples are so hard they could cut glass. His hands go behind my back, unclasping the bra which falls to the floor. After sliding my panties down, he bends down and flicks his tongue against my clit. I grab hold of his hair and gasp at the pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue is relentless, yet I push him back.
"Time for you to lose the clothes." I lift his blue tee over his head and run my hands down his broad, chiseled chest. I then reach for the zipper of his jeans and ease them down. His desire for me is visibly sticking out from his boxers. Yanking the boxers down, he springs free. I wrap my hand around his shaft and start pumping him.
"I don't want to come this way." He guides me backwards to the bed. "Lie die." I follow his request and ease onto the bed. He stands at the end of the bed and stares down at me with hungry eyes. Gradually he climbs onto the mattress, pushing my legs apart. His lips tantalize my body, starting at the ankles and working upward to my inner thighs. He positions himself at my core. "Shit. We need a condom."
"Bingo.", I whisper as I reach into the top drawer of my nightstand. "I bought them in hopes of needing them tonight." He rips the foil off and rolls on the condom before settling back in place.
"Are you sure?", he asks.
"I'm sure." He smiles and crushes his lips onto mine as I feel him glide into me. The feeling is beyond what I imagined it would be. He slides out of me and then back in, going deeper. I encase my legs around him and grip his ass to take him as deep as possible. Our bodies are in sync with each thrust and each kiss.
"It feels so good.", he murmurs.
"It does.", I moan while my toes curl. "I'm going to come."
"Me too." He slams harder into me, and I shatter. His body trembles as he comes.
C POV
Opening my eyes, I see Ana's sleeping form next to me. I gently brush a stray hair from her face and kiss the bridge of her nose, causing her to stir awake.
"Mmm. Morning.", she smiles.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?", I ask her.
"When I finally went to sleep." She bites her lip and shifts closer to me on the bed.
"I'm sorry for keeping you awake."
"Don't be sorry. I enjoyed every single second of last night. What about you?" Like Ana, I didn't get much sleep last night, but also like her, I enjoyed every single second. We made love for the first time which led to the second and then the third time.
"Last night was fucking amazing." I kiss the corner of her mouth. "And early this morning too.", I smirk as Ana raises up in the bed. "Where are you going?"
"I've got to get a shower and get ready for work." I try to pull her back down, but she's on her feet and in her robe in no time. "You should get up too."
"We could take the day off and spend it in bed.", I suggest.
"I can't. My boss might not like that I took the off just so I could spend it in bed with my boyfriend.", she murmurs while I finally place my feet on the floor.
"My boss wouln't have a problem with it.", I tease, pulling on my boxers. "I'm all about conserving water. It might be best if we shower together."
"You have a good point." She pads to the door and wiggles her finger for me to follow.
"I'd appreciate if you could have those projections to me by tomorrow.", I tell Mark Freeman, the head of of accounting, as we're walking into GEH following our lunch meeting. Inside the lobby, I see none other than Samual Donovan who stands from his chair the instant he sees me.
"I'll have them to you first thing in the morning.", Mark replies, noticing Donovan walking towards us. "Have a good day, sir." Mark gets on the elevator as Donovan is now standing before me.
"Mr. Grey."
"Mr. Donovan, hello. May I help you?", I ask.
"I realize I should've made an appointment, but I was hoping to speak with you. It won't take long.", he says.
"I've got some time. Follow me to my office." The benefit of meeting in my office is there won't be any witnesses in case I beat the shit out of him. We step onto the elevator and go to my floor with not a word being spoken. It's only when I open the door to my office that the silence is broken.
"Wow. So this what a billionaire CEO's office looks like.", he laughs as he stands in awe. The fucker should be in awe. "You've done well for yourself."
"All through hard work.", I counter to the asshole. I motion for him to have a seat while I settle behind my desk. "What exactly is it that you'd like to talk about?"
"I heard through the grapevine that Rawlings Motors is under new ownership. Imagine my surprise though to learn you're the new owner. I'm curious about why you'd want to own a car dealership."
"I'm always looking to expand my business opportunities, and I saw Rawlings Motors has a good way of doing so."
"I'll warn you that car sales are much like any other business. Things might be going great one day, yet the next things can take a nosedive."
"I'm aware of the risks.", I shrug. "I'm looking forward to bringing new life into Rawlings Motors and making it a top dealership."
"I always welcome new competition.", he smirks.
"You might rethink that when your sales go down, and Rawlings Motors' sales go up.", I laugh. He also laughs but probably because he thinks I'm joking.
"I love your mentality." He stands, and I follow suit. I've taken enough of your time, but I wish you good luck.", he says, extending his hand. I plaster a fake ass smile and shake the hand that I want to break. "Of course it seems you're already having a run of good fortune lately." I raise a brow at his comment. "I was bored yesterday so I went on the Seatte Nooz website." I'm aware of the site he's referring to although I typically ignore anything that comes from it.
"That site's basically ninety-five percent gossip."
"Yes, but some of it's true. I saw an article about you. It seems you've got a new lady in your life which the Nooz believes is a big thing. It mentioned you went with her to some fundraiser and have been spotted out and about in Seattle. They even had a photo of the two of you that was taken at the Fremont Sunday Market. You appeared to be very happy." Ana and I knew once we officially came out as a couple there would be photographers following us. "What was her name..." Donovan runs his index finger along his chin in contemplation. "Ava. Ada. I don't think either of those is her name."
The dickwad already knows her name but is toying with me.
"Ah. I remember it now. It's Ana."