Angelo listened to the recording on his phone. He had captured everything from when Portia had started her intense, but ill-fated seduction attempt. He was relieved she had left, but was saddened and stressed over the necessary consequences of her actions. He knew what had to be done though. He sat down at the glass and stainless steel desk he had in the far corner of his living room. He enjoyed doing his work there when he needed to bring it home. Looking out over the expansiveness of Central Park helped to relax him and give him perspective. He gazed out at the colorful lights of New York beyond and let out a long sigh. Things would be different from here on in. He hooked his phone up to his laptop and copied the recording onto his hard drive. He saved it in three different places, plus on a memory stick for safekeeping. Next, he picked up his phone and texted Nikolas: 'Need to talk ASAP. It’s urgent. – A.' He then drafted a quick email to Nikolas and attached a
He swallowed hard. His blue eyes regarded her for a few moments. He nodded. “I understand why you feel that way. I do. But please just give me one last chance, for the things we’ve shared, for our time together. Just give me a chance to talk to you. That’s all. Then I’ll go.” Laura felt shaky, her emotions were bubbling to the surface. She had to go inside before she started crying in front of her building. Finally, she nodded to him, then silently went and unlocked the door. Relieved, he walked up behind her, still keeping a bit of a distance so as not to unsettle her any more than he already had. She didn’t look at him, but held the door open. He took it and followed her up the stairs a few paces behind. They hadn’t said a word on the way up to her place. Laura felt incredibly conflicted. Sarah would kill her if she knew that she was letting Angelo into her place right now. But part of her was curious about what he had to say. Still, the memory of him leaving
Surprised by the sudden, unexpected turn of events, he moaned softly as she pressed herself down between his legs, her body lying against his big frame. “Laura,” he started to say, then inhaled deeply as her hand slipped down the side of his hip and started stroking him there. He groaned. “I want to be with you, but are you sure you want to do this right now…it’s just…you know you can get me going in a hot minute.” “Good,” she said as she continued the suggestive movements. She soon felt his body respond with a distinct firmness between his legs. “I like doing this to you…very much.” His lips were parted and his eyes were half-lidded with desire. “You know you can have anything you want from me, any time you want it.” He closed his eyes as his body hardened. “Mmmm,” she said, still writhing on top of him and stroking his hip, “what a wonderful thought.” He was breathing heavier now. “There’s just something about you,” he said, his voice deep and low. “I’ve gotten h
Angelo spent the night at Laura’s apartment at her invitation. They had laid on the sofa together for awhile, both having fallen asleep after the emotional turmoil and adrenalin rushes they had experienced with everything that had happened. When they awoke, they had a quiet dinner in, another delivery from Frankie’s Pizzeria, and spent the rest of the evening talking openly and honestly about what had happened and how they had felt. It was a gentle, trusting, open exchange, something they needed to do to move forward and past their troubles. They went to sleep later that night, both feeling safer and loved, with Laura curled up in Angelo’s big, warm frame, and Jasper cuddled up near her stomach. Angelo offered to drive her into work the next morning, which Laura gratefully accepted. After they got ready, she took care of Jasper and made them some coffee and a light breakfast before they left. As they started the drive into Manhattan in Angelo’s silver Jaguar, a thought
Friday came and Laura couldn’t wait for the day to end. She was breathless with anticipation. At 5:30 p.m., Angelo came to pick her up in his Jaguar. He wore a casual indigo blue button-down shirt and dark denims. His shirt was open at the collar, showing a bit of his dark chest hair. His thick hair was casually tousled. That and his hint of facial hair made him look at once model-handsome and sexy as anything. He came over to give Laura a hug. His cologne was intoxicatingly masculine. He whispered in her ear, “I’ve missed you.” She hugged him back, loving the feeling of being in his arms again. Time apart from him was now feeling like an eternity to her. “Me too.” “You look beautiful,” he said, admiring her sleeveless, form-fitting dark red cocktail dress. “Very sexy, if I may say so.” “Why, thank you,” she said, happy that he had noticed. She had wanted to make that impression on him tonight. Show him that she could be a little more va-va-voom when she wanted
“That was one of the best meals I’ve ever had,” Laura said. She leaned forward over the table to take his hand. “It was absolutely delicious. You're an amazing cook.” He cleared his throat as he tried to avert his eyes from her low-cut dress, trying to be a gentleman. He looked into her eyes, admiring her beauty in the candlelight. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. My mom would be proud of me if she heard you say that.” “You know, Mr. Tsarkopolis, you are just full of surprises.” She smiled and stroked his hand, feeling the effects of the wine. “There are just so many interesting things you do that I enjoy.” He raised his eyebrows, caught off guard by her suggestive comment. He smiled, blushing. “Dessert?” She grinned at him, but then shook her head. “I’m way too full right now. But I’d like to be able to exercise that option later, if I may.” “Of course,” he said, “it’ll be waiting for you whenever you’re hungry enough. Just let me know.” “I will.” Her hazel eyes
She smiled softly and looked at him. He was turned towards her, waiting patiently for her to start. She was grateful for that. She sighed and took another sip of Cognac. She looked up at him and touched his thick, dark hair. She ran her hand across his shoulder, down his chest, and back to her glass. “You’re just so incredibly handsome. You took my breath away the first moment I saw you. I just don’t know why…” she stopped. “Why what?” “Why you’re not dating up a storm right now.” “Because I’m crazy about you, that’s why,” he said, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her cheek. She smiled at the warmth in his touch. “Still though, you must have a lot of women coming onto you. I’ve seen it, at the ball, remember? You must've dated half of the high-society women in Manhattan.” He laughed. “I don’t know where you get these ideas about me.” “You’re gorgeous, successful, charming, a great cook…need I go on?” He regarded her for a moment. “I’ll be hon
She squeezed him tight. She actually felt relieved to have gotten that off her chest. After a few moments, she figured she’d just get the rest of her rather unremarkable dating history out. She sighed. “After that there’s not a lot to tell. I’ve had a couple of dates with guys who never called back, some dates where I just wasn’t feeling it. Nothing that lasted too long. After Aaron, my longest relationship was about three months. His name was Brad. He ended up getting a job in Dubai. I had no intention of moving. But it wasn’t that big of a deal, we weren’t really that serious.” She looked over at the fireplace, then down at her glass. “The last guy I dated, we went out for maybe three weeks, split as soon as we'd slept together. That was not quite a year and a half ago.” She looked over at Angelo. “Not the best track record, hey?” “It helps me understand you better,” he said gently. “Why I might’ve made you nervous.” Laura felt her face flush. “Well that, and just the fa