Page 10 of Missed Communication
He helps himself to a couple of plates in the kitchenette cabinet, calling over his shoulder, “Hope you like empanadillas.”
“You mean empanadas?”
“They’re similar, but smaller and crispier. I convinced the chef to start making them in the other restaurant a while back.” He sets the plate in front of me with three of the little buttery pies and explains, “They don’t serve spicy ones, so I had them make these with more love than they usually do.”
“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to. I’m sure the regular ones are equally delicious.”
“Well, if it earns me more time with you this week, I’d say it was worth it.” He takes a seat beside me and breaks one of the little pies open with a fork, exposing what looks like beef or maybe lamb.
“What do you mean more time?”
“Eat up. You’ll need your energy for later.”
I typically hate when men tell me what to do, but I can’t deny that he’s not wrong. I split mine open like he did, the steam waftsup to me—definitely beef. I breathe a sigh of relief, since I’ve never been fond of lamb. I nibble a little bite, and an involuntary moan escapes me. “Fuck, these are good.”
“Good enough to earn me a lunch date tomorrow?”
He can’t be interested in more than my pussy. Not only am I now makeup-less, I live in an entirely different country. My internal question slips past my lips before I can stop it. “Why the hell are you even still here?”
He smirks, then he lets out a small, huffed sigh. “Why not? I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Don’t you think it’ll look bad if we’re seen together?”
“It’s just lunch. It’s not as if I’ll have you spread wide on the dining table while I make you come all over my face in front of a world leader.”
I snort-laugh. “Fair.”
“So, is that a yes?”
What’s the harm in a little friendly meal in public?“Sure. We can have lunch together, but you need to keep your hands and mouth to yourself.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t maul you unless we’re alone.”
I don’t dare probe further about the insinuation that he’ll eventually maul me if given the opportunity. Unfortunately, I like the idea a bit too much.
We finish our late-night snack as Jamie tells me about tomorrow morning’s panel. It’ll discuss children’s food insecurity and feature specialists in education, nutrition, and social work. From the sounds of it, Jamie did a lot of the legwork for this summit,and I can’t help but wonder how much he knows about why I’m here in the first place.
A few months ago, on election night, Isaac broke his fifteen years of no contact with Olivia to congratulate her on becoming the youngest and first female Governor of California. She didn’t even tell me—her best friend—that she spoke with him, because even she knew talking to him was a terrible idea. They may have only dated for a few months in college, but she never truly got over him. The next day, she volunteered at a woman’s shelter and it made international news. It wasn’t a publicity stunt, but it certainly helped her approval rating. She used the media attention to highlight a few of our campaign promises—including expanding California’s school lunch programs. President Taylor caught wind of it and asked Isaac to host an event to bring world leaders together to help children worldwide. Livy was invited, and even though the last thing she needs is to spend a week with her first love, we accepted.
So, here I am, about to get snowed-in at this beautiful hotel with some of the most powerful leaders on the planet… and Jamie. He works for Isaac, so it isn’t as if I can avoid him all week. What’s the harm in leaning in? A little Canadian fling? It’s not like he’ll catch feelings, or I will.
Jamie clears our plates, pressing a soft kiss to my temple as he stands. “I’m going to take a quick shower. We should get to bed soon since we both have an early morning and I fully intend on waking you up with at least three orgasms before we have to meet everyone downstairs.”
Well, so much for not catching feelings…
6
Jamie
After a night of having Aubrey in my arms, I wake to cold sheets beside me. For a moment, I worry she’s bailed, but her hushed voice filters through the space. “Yes, in about an hour…” I shift onto my other side, finding her pacing the length of the kitchenette in one of the hotel robes. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll grab your badge and coffee… Yeah, I just got a text that she’s here… Today is going to be a real test, but I’ll take care of it.”
She hangs up and makes her way back to the bed. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you. I have to get going in a bit. You might want to leave and get ready, unless you plan on wearing the same thing from yesterday.” Her words don’t match her actions as she strips off her robe and slips under the covers.
I pull Aubrey on top of me, making her giggle. She instinctively straddles me, her already-wet pussy settling on my length. It’d be so easy to slide her onto my cock without a condom, but I’d hate myself for it later. Gripping the front of her throat, I pull her lips to mine, but unlike yesterday, her kisses are sweet, gentle even.
“Do I have time to play with you before I have to leave and pretend I don’t know what your cunt tastes like?” I ask against her lips.
Aubrey grinds her slick pussy up and down my shaft, and I swear if she keeps it up, I’ll come without even being inside her. “I was going to relax in bed for another twenty minutes before getting ready, but this feels too good to stop.”
