His cock was still rock hard.
“Um, don’t you want to…” She motioned toward his raging erection. “Do something about that?”
He smiled as he reached for his Rolex on the night table. “I’m late enough as it is.”
“Oh.” Embarrassment began to seep in again. She buttoned her top and reached for her pajama bottoms.
He kept his eyes on her as he tied his tie. “But the answer to your question is yes. Hell, yes. I do want to. I want to explore every inch of your body, fuck you until you’re too weak to get out of that bed for days. But that will take time I don’t have right now.”
As hard as it was not to beg him to stay just a little longer, she hadn’t waited this long to lose her virginity with a quickie. “What time is it? I should probably—”
There was a knock on the door. Eva pulled on her pajamas as Jack went to answer it, checking his watch on the way to the door, “Nearly nine.”
Nearly nine. Nearly nine!
“Shit! I have a sales meeting this morning!” She rocketed out of bed and dove into her bag, rummaging for her work skirt and blouse. She grabbed the first pair of underwear she could find and piled it all together, wondering if she would be able to go another day without washing her hair.
When she turned around, ready to make a mad dash to the shower, she nearly bumped into a giant room service cart. She smelled bacon and coffee—heavenly, considering she hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch the previous day. Her mouth began to water.
She looked questioningly at Jack, who stood there in his three-piece suit, looking every bit as delicious as the food smelled. He said, “I thought you’d want breakfast.”
She lifted the cover on one tray to reveal a pile of fruit-filled Danish. “Me and what army?”
“I’m sorry. I know you love Danish, but I wasn’t sure if you were a bacon or a sausage girl.”
He knew she loved Danish? It was true, she absolutely did, but she couldn’t recall having eaten breakfast with him recently. During the brunch meeting where they’d made this arrangement, she’d been far too nervous to eat a thing.
But somehow he remembered, making her wonder if Jack had been paying closer attention to her all these years than he’d let on.
“Are you eating?” she asked, feeling shy again, though she’d just bared herself to him in a way she never had to anyone else.
“I’m not hungry,” he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip of it, stretched the kinks out of his neck, then checked his watch. “And I’m afraid I’m late enough already. I’ve got to go. But stay as long as you’d like. You had a hard night. Maybe you can cancel your meeting and get a massage at the spa, enjoy yourself.”
She wasn’t sure why that made her spirits plummet. Maybe because she could think of nothing she’d like better than to spend a long, lazy day in bed with Jack, enjoying that breakfast and each other. She pushed aside the thought of them making love, laughing, feeding each other Danishes like they were part of some cheesy Hallmark channel movie.
What part of “he has sex for sport” or “he’s late enough already” don’t you understand, dumbass?
She straightened and said, “No, I have to go, too. The head of finance is coming in with a big…” She trailed off. Since when had he ever cared about Eva’s Organics? She waved a hand. “I’m swamped today. Lots of meetings.”
They stood there regarding each other in an awkward silence, as if neither knew how to say good-bye.
Jack, not knowing what to say? Impossible.
Finally he slipped his briefcase off the table and started toward the door. Before he could reach it, though, he turned back to her. “My penthouse is in the West Village. Nine Barrow Street.” He fetched a key ring from his pocket, then pulled a key off it and handed it to her. “I won’t be there until later, I’m afraid. Will you be all right on your own?”
She laughed nervously. “Of course. This city is my home, too, Jack.”
“I understand that. But after last night, I want to make sure you’re safe.”
She hugged her clothes to her chest, touched by his concern. “You heard the officer. It was just a burglary.”
“I have a great deal of respect for the NYPD, Eva, but I’m not sure I believe their wait and see plan is the best course of action.”
Her brows drew together. “What would you do?”
“For one, I wouldn’t line up to be a victim.”
Victim. Was that what she was now? “Well, I don’t want that, either.” She also didn’t want to think about it anymore. “Anyway, thank you for letting me stay in your apartment. I appreciate the offer. It’s very…” Out of character? Strange? Intriguing? “Generous of you.”