Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) by Olympia Charbonneau Page B

there for her…definitely a Joseph night.
    “Hey Joseph, how’ve you been?”
    “Oooh, Evie, is my night about to get better?” Joseph said.
    “It depends. What’s going on?”
    “Working, but at home. Want to drop in? I could set up some things here, have you eaten?”
    “Yes, but just light. No gymnastics on a full stomach.”
    “So, my night is about to get amazing. Be here around 8 or 8:30?”
    Eve tucked her phone into her chin and whispered, “Sure and get out those ribbon restraints.” She curled her toes just thinking about their last encounter.
    “Yes ma’am. See you soon.”
    “Can’t wait.” She felt a bit better knowing her night was going to be with Joseph. He was a domineering CEO of a local corporation during his normal life, but in bed, well, he was full of surprises. Eve signaled for Mikey to close her tab.
    “Well, you look a little better down here. Liquor or lust….or both?”
    “Probably both at this point. I’m going to go exercise that off. Love you honey, thanks for being there.” Eve gave him a tight, big brother hug.
    “Anytime. We should do brunch this weekend and catch up.” Mikey gave her that fatherly look she so appreciated and lowered his voice, “Everything is going to be alright, okay?”
    “Thanks Mikey.” Eve left the bar and climbed into one of the cabs lined up outside. “Georgetown, I’ll give you the address when we’re closer.”
    The cab slid off into the night out of the U Street District towards Georgetown and Joseph.
    *  *  *  *
    “Wow Joseph what a dump,” Eve playfully cooed at him as he opened the door.
    “Yeah, it’s a total dive. But, really, Eve, I didn’t come from money. You should see where I grew up.”
    Joseph’s palace-like condo looked out from its K Street address onto the Potomac River. It had natural limestone floors, a rotunda ceiling, beautiful moldings throughout, of course. It was a dream address she estimated at around six million.  Joseph’s maid service always kept the place looking like a museum, but his presence added a warm exuberance to the atmosphere. He took her hand and guided her into the kitchen. “So, hors d’oeuvres? Wine? Medium dry Riesling, right?”
    Eve acted shocked, “No, you, you must be thinking of some other woman!” She mockingly held her head up to her forehead and gave her best Scarlett O’Hara sigh. “No, it’s perfect. Just perfect. How are you? You didn’t say on the phone.”
    “You’re such a joker. Well, fine, busy, very busy.” Joseph was a newly minted CEO at just 42. He was a little bit old for her, but she loved his stability and his support of her career. “How are things in the art world these days?”
    “Expensive. Egotistical. Got a promotion though.”
    “No way, congratulations! I’m sure you’re very deserving. I’d love to hire you, but… that wouldn’t exactly work out for obvious reasons.” He cleared his throat as he handed her the wine and shrugged his shoulders, giving up on workplace ethics for now. He stroked her cheek, “So beautiful. Just what I needed today. Look at that strawberry blonde hair. It’s ridiculous...never change it. Just stay the way you are.”
    “Let’s sit down,” Eve said. She could feel the growing warmness and wetness between her thighs. Just being around Joseph, his dark brown hair and hazel eyes that she lost herself in, made her feel as if she could escape the Brad mess for a while and slip into a safe, sensual place. They discussed her promotion, and he talked about sleeping about four hours a night with his new position. They both worried on each other a bit, but he made the first move towards what they were both after.
    “So, I have your ribbons, as requested. Why don’t we head back? Do you want a bath first?”
    “No, no need. I came ready.”
    “Born ready!” Joseph picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. He deposited her on the bed and took his shirt off. She knew what he liked; it was part of their