Needless to say, they were a distraction I wasn’t sure I could afford.
Now that we’d gathered at the restaurant, I was ready to head back to my apartment, take my pup and my feisty girl inside, and figure out a way to pass some time before bed.
Based on Addison’s reactions to the two of us, I had to wonder exactly how long we would be able to hold out before we took that woman to task, had her drop to her knees, bow her head, and offer her submission up to us. This afternoon had been a minor test and she had passed with flying colors. The way she had easily stripped her clothes off and knelt beside my desk was promising. I understood that trust came before submission, but it felt as though that was building rather quickly.
Fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about it.
Okay, fine. I wasn’t quite sure Addison was entirely ready for what I had in mind, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it. The way she’d responded to my authority that morning and the spanking I’d dished out had left me with a tremendous amount of hope.
It had been a huge risk considering the short amount of time that I’d known her. I was well aware of what the repercussions could’ve been had she been offended by my high-handedness. Pushing her too quickly could’ve caused a major setback. But something about Addison’s personality told me she’d needed it as much as I did.
So, contrary to what the cautious side of my brain was telling me, I had taken that step sooner than expected and it had worked in my favor. For most of the day, I’d thought about her pretty little ass with those bright red stripes and ached to spend more time with her.
However, that wasn’t something I could think about now with all these people around. It wouldn’t do a damn bit of good to be sporting a hard-on while attempting to share a meal with some of our high-profile clients.
Good news was, Luci had taken care of every little detail, including the seating at the restaurant. I suspected Ben had informed her that we expected to keep Addison close, because our little rebel had been seated directly between us, as I’d requested.
“So, what did you think of your first day?” Ben asked Addison as the waiters bustled about serving salads and appetizers.
“Well, I’m exhausted if that’s any indication,” she said with a beaming smile.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her way of answering my silent question.
Can I take you back to my place, strip you both, and watch while Ben fucks you to orgasm?
Well, I’m exhausted, if that’s any indication.
So probably a no, then.
“Shadowing Luci was the easy part. She’s a very good teacher. We got my computer set up and she even let me answer the phones when I asked,” Addison went on to explain.
“Did you at least enjoy yourself?”
“I did. And now I’m… Although I could likely fall asleep right here, I’m a little wired.”
Maybe not an absolute no?
“You could always go down to the gym. Run a few miles.”
“Can you seriously see me on a treadmill?” Addison’s laughter wrapped around me and squeezed. “If you can, then it better have a pillow or donuts because I certainly won’t be running.”
I took a sip of scotch and listened to the two of them talk. I had to admit that I liked Addison’s optimism, her zest for life. Despite all that she’d been through and the rebellion that seemed to be a fundamental part of her makeup, she was upbeat and positive and generally quick to smile.
At least that had been the case today.
“Okay, maybe not the treadmill, then,” Ben replied.
Or maybe we should put her on the treadmill naked, have her walk a few miles. That would certainly be a sight.
“Mr. Parker?”
I glanced over to Addison as I took a long pull on my scotch.
“Please tell me you’re not a gym rat.” She giggled sweetly.
“Define…rat.”
Another laugh. “Do you spend endless hours at the gym?”
Her eyes seemed to trail down to my chest and I remembered the look on her face last night when I’d come back into the kitchen, pulling my T-shirt over my head. The way her eyes had lit up when she caught sight of my naked torso had been quite appealing.
“Not endless hours, no.”
“That’s good. I’m much more the relax-on-the-sofa kinda girl.”
Leaning over, I put my mouth close to her ear, keeping my voice down so the others didn’t hear me.
“Is that an invitation, feisty girl?”
I pulled back in time to see her eyes widen and a wickedly sexy smirk tilt her lips. She was wearing lip gloss and I was highly tempted to lean over and lick it off her.
“Would you want it to be?” There was a wealth of sass in that single remark.
