Voyeurism, I jot that down without hesitation. I enjoyed watching Catalina. Whips and chains. Duct tape. Butt plugs. Nipple clamps. Maybe I should just adopt scenes from Fifty Shades of Grey as my mantra.
No, I can do this.
If I’m going to play, I need to express myself clearly. Blindfold. I don’t want to see Jeffrey, I just want to feel him, maybe taste that mouth again. Spanking . A few taps on my ass with a riding crop sounds exciting. Chills run up my spine as Foster invades my thoughts. Fingers and tongue , that’s what I want for my first experience.
Before I realize it, I’ve written over two pages.
Where did that all come from? I fold the papers in half and slide them into the folder, locking it in my desk drawer. If Mary got her hands on it, she’d publish it on Amazon.
My phone rings again. “Mary?”
“Mr. Wagner is up front.”
My heart drops into my stomach. After I didn’t get a call this morning, I assumed he was angry. I clear my throat. “Send him back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A few seconds later, he knocks.
“Come in.” The door opens. He’s wearing a black, pinstriped suit with a deep blue shirt and tie.
“Erin.”
“I’m surprised to see you again.”
Foster shakes his head and closes the door. “That’s not what I was hoping to hear.”
“Sorry . . .” What am I supposed to do? Admit I was wrong? Or should I just strip and sit on my desk while he licks me crazy again? Oh God, he’s staring at me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“That’s a start.” He sits in the chair in front of my desk, then loosens his tie. “You’re killing me, Erin.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“What’s the problem? I’m single, you’re free.”
“I’m not free, Foster. That’s what I’ve been trying to explain. My life is pretty much mapped out for me.”
“Only because you’re letting your parents take advantage of your loyalty. If my old man told me to marry someone I hated, I’d tell him to—”
“I’m not you.”
He blinks, crossing his arms over his beautiful chest. “No, you’re not. Thank God.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“Pissed off.”
“Sorry.” Very sorry for ever letting this get out of hand. “We should have abandoned any hopes of starting a friendship after we kissed at lunch. We were never meant to be casual, Foster.”
“Friends with benefits?”
“No. You want more. And so would I.”
He scrubs his face. “You finally realize it. We belong together.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He walks around my desk, standing beside me. I swivel my chair, meeting a determined face. “I’m not going to lie, Erin. Yes, I want to make love, but . . .” He kneels in front of me and nudges my legs apart. “You’re different.”
Different than what? Should I take it as a compliment? All I can think about are the headlines and pictures in the newspapers, even Texas Monthly Magazine featured Foster’s business accomplishments last year, accompanied by another article in the Cultural section. Texas Playboy sets Austin Music Scene on Fire . Apparently Foster knows how to play more than just the guitar. It’s intimidating.
“Earth to Erin.”
“Would you like to have dinner with my parents on Sunday?”
He relaxes on his heels. “Sure.”
His confidence drives me crazy. My heart flutters at the notion of him sitting at the same table with Thomas. Maybe my mother will see I can do better for myself. Not that I want to marry Foster, but if faced with the choice . . . “It’s not a date.”
“You need to understand where this is heading,” he says. “I’ve made my intentions pretty clear. Friendship is only one of the advantages. You can’t invite me to dine with your parents and then tell me it’s not a date.”
“Thomas will be there.”
He rubs the back of his neck, instantly upset. “Still sticking with the pretend fiancé defense?”
I nod.
“All the more reason for me to go.” He climbs to his feet. “Get rid of him,
No, I can do this.
If I’m going to play, I need to express myself clearly. Blindfold. I don’t want to see Jeffrey, I just want to feel him, maybe taste that mouth again. Spanking . A few taps on my ass with a riding crop sounds exciting. Chills run up my spine as Foster invades my thoughts. Fingers and tongue , that’s what I want for my first experience.
Before I realize it, I’ve written over two pages.
Where did that all come from? I fold the papers in half and slide them into the folder, locking it in my desk drawer. If Mary got her hands on it, she’d publish it on Amazon.
My phone rings again. “Mary?”
“Mr. Wagner is up front.”
My heart drops into my stomach. After I didn’t get a call this morning, I assumed he was angry. I clear my throat. “Send him back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A few seconds later, he knocks.
“Come in.” The door opens. He’s wearing a black, pinstriped suit with a deep blue shirt and tie.
“Erin.”
“I’m surprised to see you again.”
Foster shakes his head and closes the door. “That’s not what I was hoping to hear.”
“Sorry . . .” What am I supposed to do? Admit I was wrong? Or should I just strip and sit on my desk while he licks me crazy again? Oh God, he’s staring at me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“That’s a start.” He sits in the chair in front of my desk, then loosens his tie. “You’re killing me, Erin.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“What’s the problem? I’m single, you’re free.”
“I’m not free, Foster. That’s what I’ve been trying to explain. My life is pretty much mapped out for me.”
“Only because you’re letting your parents take advantage of your loyalty. If my old man told me to marry someone I hated, I’d tell him to—”
“I’m not you.”
He blinks, crossing his arms over his beautiful chest. “No, you’re not. Thank God.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“Pissed off.”
“Sorry.” Very sorry for ever letting this get out of hand. “We should have abandoned any hopes of starting a friendship after we kissed at lunch. We were never meant to be casual, Foster.”
“Friends with benefits?”
“No. You want more. And so would I.”
He scrubs his face. “You finally realize it. We belong together.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He walks around my desk, standing beside me. I swivel my chair, meeting a determined face. “I’m not going to lie, Erin. Yes, I want to make love, but . . .” He kneels in front of me and nudges my legs apart. “You’re different.”
Different than what? Should I take it as a compliment? All I can think about are the headlines and pictures in the newspapers, even Texas Monthly Magazine featured Foster’s business accomplishments last year, accompanied by another article in the Cultural section. Texas Playboy sets Austin Music Scene on Fire . Apparently Foster knows how to play more than just the guitar. It’s intimidating.
“Earth to Erin.”
“Would you like to have dinner with my parents on Sunday?”
He relaxes on his heels. “Sure.”
His confidence drives me crazy. My heart flutters at the notion of him sitting at the same table with Thomas. Maybe my mother will see I can do better for myself. Not that I want to marry Foster, but if faced with the choice . . . “It’s not a date.”
“You need to understand where this is heading,” he says. “I’ve made my intentions pretty clear. Friendship is only one of the advantages. You can’t invite me to dine with your parents and then tell me it’s not a date.”
“Thomas will be there.”
He rubs the back of his neck, instantly upset. “Still sticking with the pretend fiancé defense?”
I nod.
“All the more reason for me to go.” He climbs to his feet. “Get rid of him,
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