Her arms cross over her chest. “I eat it if there’s nothing else available.”
“We’re in New York City.” I wrap my arm around her waist to lead her off the stage. “Everything is available here.”
***
Two hours later, we’re both satiated. Good Italian food can do that to a person.
Olivia passed on the pizza in favor of linguine. I opted for the same. Watching the woman eat, and enjoy every bite was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.
“You’ll come home with me tonight.”
She’s quiet for a minute as we walk hand-in-hand down a street in Tribeca. “I can’t tonight, Alexander.”
That stops me in my tracks. “Why?”
She looks down at her watc
h. “I have a phone meeting at four a.m. with an associate in London. All of my notes are at home.”
“Four in the morning?” I start moving again, walking with slow even steps. I want to prolong my time with her.
Hell, I want her to invite me to sleep at her place. I’d make her coffee before the meeting, and breakfast after.
“I’ll set my alarm for three and Uber back to your place with you,” I offer.
“No,” she replies with a curt shake of her head. “That’s not necessary. I’ll head home soon and we can catch up tomorrow.”
I’m frustrated. My cock is irritated. I wanted to be inside of her tonight. “Why don’t we stop for a nightcap?”
I’m grasping at any straw that will give me thirty more minutes with her.
“Another time?” She turns to face me. “This call is important. I want to get some sleep in so I’m rested and alert.”
I cradle her face in my hands, brushing my lips over hers. “I hate the person in London who can’t wait a few hours to talk to you.”
She smiles wide. “You can’t hate someone you don’t know.”
“I hate them,” I repeat with a half grin.
She takes a breath and points up the street. “There’s a taxi coming. I’m going to grab it.”
“At least let me kiss you goodnight outside your building.”
Her hand jumps into the air as she swerves around me to get the taxi driver’s attention. “You’re impossible to resist. I’ll want you to come up to my apartment and I won’t get a wink in before my call.”
Fuck. I’m striking out at every turn.
I move to open the taxi’s door as it comes to a stop next to the curb, but she beats me to it. She’s settling onto the seat when I pop my head inside.
“Goodnight, Olivia.”
Her hand cups my cheek. “Goodnight, Alexander. Thank you for the private show.”
“Anytime,” I whisper before I step back and shut the door.
Chapter 40
Olivia