I send her the photo and follow it up with another text message.
“Is it?”
I grin to myself as I picture her reading the text, her eyes widening as realizes what she’s getting herself into. I get up off the bed and begin to pack an overnight bag. I want to get to the hotel quickly so I can start to tease her.
I put on my simple but elegant black shift dress for the conference today. I want to look cool and professional for my lunch with Charles, although I’m not so sure that’s possible now that I know Denton can zap me with delicious vibrations anytime he feels like it. I am already wet just thinking about how he can control my pleasure levels without even being in the room with me. Tingles flood through my body and butterflies swim in my stomach as the anticipation of the first blast floods through me. I wonder what it will feel like, whether it will be intense enough to make me come, or whether it’ll be more of a teaser. Will I want to go to the bathroom and finish myself off? Will Denton allow me to?
So many questions, and no answers. But I’ll get my answers soon enough, and I know Denton. They’ll be well worth waiting for. A delicious shiver runs through me as I imagine him sitting on our bed, his cock in his hand, pressing that button and pressing my buttons in time to his own building pleasure.
I shake my head and force myself to get moving. It’s already almost eleven. I decided to skip breakfast and the first couple of hours of the conference. I have the meeting with Charles lined up, and a potential one with Dave. I’m good. Now though, things will really get going as more potential clients arrive, and it’s the sort of place an ad executive who wants to be known as successful needs to be seen.
I grab my cell phone, stick it in my purse, and sling my purse over my shoulder. I pick up my key card and drop it in the zipped compartment on the front of my bag, and then I head down to the conference room.
The room is already pretty full when I step in. The hubbub of polite chatter fills the air, occasionally punctuated by a loud, and more likely than not, fake laugh. I take a deep breath, put my game face on, and step into the crowd.
I’m soon approached by a woman who introduces herself as Margo Gough. Margo tells me she’s a fashion designer and she’s looking to work with an ad company for her wedding dress brand. I struggle to place her name, and deep down, I don’t think an unheard of start-up will have the sort of budget to pull off what she’s talking about. I don’t say it, but she must see it written all over my face. I have got to get my mind off Denton and these damned panties and concentrate on what’s going on in the moment.
“I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell is Margo Gough, right?”
She goes on without causing me the embarrassment of trying to lie my way out of it or admit that’s exactly what I’m thinking.
“That’s my own name. I design alongside someone you might have heard of under her brand name. A certain Ms. Wang?”
My jaw drops before I can stop it. Margo has approached me to work with the one and only Vera Wang? Holy fucking shit. Cartier doesn’t seem quite such a lone whale anymore.
“I take it by that expression you know who I am now.” Margo laughs.
I nod, still stunned into silence.
“I like you, Robin. I like how you’re not fake like the others. You don’t pretend you know who I am while frantically Googling me. Here’s my card. Why don’t you call me next week and we’ll get the ball rolling on this?”
“I’ll call you first thing Monday,” I promise.
This is actually working. Being so distracted, my game face is just a distant memory and I’m finding that actually being myself is getting people interested in me. The clients are sick of the ass-kissing and the sweetie darlings. They want something real. Someone authentic. I can do that. Colin won’t believe I’ve landed Vera Wang by not pretending I knew who one of the designers was.
I shake hands with Margo and make my way to the refreshments table. I debate a glass of champagne but I decide against it. Denton hasn’t used the panties yet; he’s waiting until later on when he thinks they’ll have slipped my mind and he can catch me by surprise. As if I could forget about them. I don’t think being a little tipsy and being sexually stimulated in public is a good combination. I grab a cranberry juice instead. I sip it slowly and check the time. Charles wanted us to meet at one, and it’s ten to one now. I finish my drink and head for the dining room.