Chloe's cab pulled up to her apartment, and she pulled out several bills to pay the driver. While she was far from toasted, she didn’tt wanted to chance driving home, so she’d left her car at the office and took a cab from the party.It was late, but not ungodly so, and she was still riding high from the celebration. The cab pulled away and across the street she saw Matthew Willis leaning against his car, watching her. He started forward, and she stood there like a statue, watching him approach.“Out celebrating?” Matthew asked with a slight smile.She nodded. “After-work thing. Took a cab back so I didn’t have to drive.”“You should have called me. I would have come to take you home.”“I don’t think that would have been necessary. It was perfectly okay to take a cab. And I got home safely, didn't i?”He regarded her with no expression. Then he shrugged and asked, “Going to invite me in?”Chloe wanted to say no. She was in no mood to talk to Matthew about anything, but she didn't want
For the first time since he signed the contract with Packard Enterprises, he put the news out of his mind and headed towards the kitchen. He peered in and saw that he was right. Christina stood in the kitchen cutting up some veggies. His eyes drifted to the stove, which had a steaming pot on it. He wasn't crazy... His wife was making dinner....For the first time since they lost their baby. He was surprised, but also very happy. Finally, a little progress. This day was turning out to be one of the best days of his life. She had her back to him, so she didn't see him come in."Tina," Evan called.Her shoulders tensed and she turned quickly, dropping the knife she was holding in the process. "Oh my God, Evan. Don't scare me like that" she said as she placed her hand on her chest. "You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!" She bent to pick up the knife and rinsed it in the sink, then she turned back to cutting up the carrots. Evan stared at her tense shoulders for a while. He could
Not that one twelve-ounce Diet Coke can was going to make much of a difference. No, if she really wanted to cool off, she might as well go downstairs to the bookstore and try to do some work on her laptop. At least the bookstore had air-conditioning. And there was even food in the break room and an honest-to-goodness coffee pot.She stood there for a while, battling with the decision of either staying at home and continuing with her book, or going to work. Finally she decided to do the former. So she took the day off to rest, it wasn't a big deal. She deserved to rest a bit after all she'd done. Besides, the work wasn't going anywhere. It would still be there when she finally went to the office.That decided, she hurriedly went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, then she headed downstairs to the bookstore.. By 1:00 pm, she went out to get some groceries and food stuff. She returned home an hour later, then hopped back on her bed to continue reading her book.Chloe read in bed for
He didn't know how to reply. The truth was that now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure how to explain himself. He had just gotten into his car and drove off, driven by his need to see her... To talk to her... To touch her again. He shoved both hands into his pocket and looked around the living room. The way she was staring at him was making him very uncomfortable and he knew he had to say something to fill up the awkward silence between them. Maybe after that, then he would be able to put his words together and explain what he was doing in her house, but for now he had to say something else."This is nice" he managed to say as his gaze found hers again. "I mean... Your apartment. It's beautiful. I love how you arranged it... So elegant and simple. But then I shouldn't be surprised. You have always been that way... Simple and elegant... Charming…Sexy"Chloe felt her cheeks grow hotter, and she knew he could see her face turn red, because his lips curled upwards as he grinned at her
He reached for another onion from the tray on the table, but his head was full of her. Thoughts tumbled around, endless questions. Unable to tear his eyes away from her, he watched as she looked around the kitchen.Chloe —with great masses of black hair that escaped in tendrils from her ponytail and fell in wisps around her face. A long curl hung down the back of her neck. Her shorts clung to her hips and he could see a hint of her cleavage as she leaned over the table. Timothy stared at the onion in his hand and tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing with it. Their eyes met and held. He heard the drip of water from the tap. A moment passed, and then with a self conscious little shrug, she came to stand beside him and began to work on some green beans.“I really thought you were leaving after the meeting," she said. "So why did you stay?""Why do you want to know?""I just want to. I'm curious, but you don't have to tell me if you feel like it's none of my business"Daniel
“What are you thinking about?” Timothy asked her. Chloe turned so she could look at his face.“What?” she asked.“You have been quiet for a while, and I can hear the gears turning in your head,” he said. “Everything okay?”.“Yeah I’m fine,” she replied. “What did you want to talk to me about? Curiosity is killing me”.Timothy sighed deeply. "I know I said I wanted to talk, but I was really dreading the moment when we actually talk " he said.Chloe couldn't help a chuckle. "I'm sorry, but I had to ask. It's been on my mind since then and I can't stop thinking about what you want to say. I'm curious and you can't blame me. There are a lot of things going through my head so please stop making me guess. Or were you just messing with me?""I wasn't. Trust me I wasn't. I guess I just have to say it now and get it over with."He turned down the volume of the TV before he turned back to her. "I should first start by saying sorry..."Chloe looked confused. "For...?""For what I said" Timothy c
Chloe stared wide eyed at him. She saw the heated desire in his eyes and knew he was thinking of how he’d held her in his arms, his hand on her breast, his other hand inside her shorts. How he had taken off her clothes and his tongue deep inside of her. Giving her the best orgasm of her life. He’d rocketed her from zero to a hundred in seconds and she had not stopped thinking about him either. She wasn't sure she would even be able to.This talk was just too awkward... Too Sexual and personal and arousing as hell. Mostly because she still really, desperately, wanted to strip him naked and do wicked, wicked things to him.Without giving her a chance to respond, Timothy let go of her hand and pulled away from her. He didn't leave the couch, but he had to put some distance between them now because he knew that if he didn't he would kiss her again and he wanted her to be the one to make the move. At least that way he would know that she was willing to get involved with him that way again.
His own body throbbed anew as Chloe gave a throaty groan and her head dropped back to break the kiss. As Timothy moved the soft pad of his thumb against the puckered pout of her nipple, her breathing became labored and ragged, and he kissed down the length of her creamy throat to push aside the hand of the singlet so that his tongue and teeth could seek out the hollows at the base of her neck.She tasted better than anything he had ever experienced before. The feel of her skin against his lips was a beguiling combination of feminine softness and spice. He could feel the heat of Chloe's arousal as she pressed her hips into his, sensed how ready she was for him. So ready that Timothy wanted to lie her down on the floor and take her right here and now. To thrust into her time and time again, until she screamed out his name as she climaxed, wildly, fiercely, as spasm after spasm of pleasure wrapped itself around him and she took him over that edge with her.Timothy nudged her back towards