Page 40 of The Encounter
Are you free for coffee tomorrow morning?
The weekends were busiest for him since that was when the club did most of its business, but he would easily make time for coffee with Maddie before he was due in.
Possibly. If I’m not hungover.
Then she sent a laughing, crying emoticon.
Going out tonight?
As soon as he hit send, he gripped his phone, waiting to see her response. A flare of jealousy shot through him at the thought of her drinking with someone else. Despite them only having gone on two official dates, he thought they would be exclusive with each other.
Her response didn’t come, and he glanced at the clock. She would have left work a few hours ago and was likely at home… or on a date. Part of him wanted to rush over to her place to see why she wasn’t responding, but knew that would come off wrong. He didn’t need her thinking he was overbearing.
This feeling wasn’t something he was used to. The need to know where she was clawed at him. The minutes ticked by and the club opened, noted by the music now pulsing down the hallway. He sighed and set the phone on his desk and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling.
They were short-staffed this evening, and he needed to help at the bar. In the next hour, the club would be at capacity and he wouldn’t have time to look at his phone. He sighed and stood up, dropping his phone in his pocket, and walking to the door.
He stopped short when a woman stepped into the doorway.
“Surprise,” she said.
Maddie stood before him wearing a short, tight red dress. Her curly hair hung loosely around her face, and he decided the bright red lipstick she wore was just to tease him. His eyes dropped to those red lips and an image of a red lipstick ring around his cock the night they first met flashed through his mind.
He grabbed her hand and tugged her into his office, closing the door behind her before pressing her back against it and dropping his mouth to hers.
On their first date, he tried to be respectful and even refrained from kissing her goodnight, since he wanted to make sure she knew he wanted her for the right reasons. Then their second date took a turn toward the dirty, which he wasn’t complaining about. But if she planned to show up in a tight red dress, purely looking to tease him, she had another thing coming.
His hand gripped her waist, and he pressed himself into her, his cock already stiff by the mere sight of her. When he pulled back, she gasped and leaned her head back against the door.
“Hello to you, too,” she whispered. Her hand grasped the back of his head, stroking his scalp as the other gripped his bicep.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he asked.
She looked at him in surprise and giggled. “Actually, that wasn’t my goal, but I’ll admit it’s a bonus.”
He groaned and pulled back from her, reaching down to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. “I’m sorry. I read that wrong.”
Her eyes strayed down to his snug pants, and a red, plump lip pulled between her teeth. “I don’t believe I complained.”
When her eyes met his, she smirked. He stepped closer to her again and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her to him. The scent of roses wafted over him, and he refrained from burying his nose in her neck and taking a deep breath.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her body pressed into his as she relaxed into the hug and wiggled her hips against him.
He groaned. “Careful. Or you might get more than you bargained for.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
He looked at her, and she gave him a sultry smile before her eyes dropped to where his cock stood at attention.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
She giggled in response and leaned her head against his chest, no longer teasing him.
“It’s good to see you,” he said.
“It’s good to see you, too. I was worried you’d be upset I just dropped in like this.”
He pulled back. “Why would I be upset? This is a great surprise.”
