I lift her chin towards me, and she meets my gaze, her eyes needy.
“I think we can figure out a way to work together.”
When I look down at her—to assess what I’ll be working with—my body is set ablaze.
Standing in front of me is a drop-dead gorgeous angel in a blush lace lingerie set, complete with garter and stockings from DLA and sky-high Louboutins.
She is the embodiment of sexuality and subtle eroticism.
My cock throbs, aching to be in her, and I fight the urge to devour every inch of her.
From this day forward, I promise to never underestimate the power of simplicity and lace. I reach for her, and when my finge
rs grace the delicate fabric, I hear a knock at the door.
“Elsa, it’s Monique. Lis Langley is here for you.”
“Fucking hell!” I shout. “That fucking woman won’t leave us alone.”
She’s like an annoying little sister, always wanting to know what’s going on, and snooping around my bedroom. Well, from what I’ve seen in movies.
Elsa’s eyes widen in shock, and she instantly reaches down to her dress, pulling it up her body.
She turns, her back facing me, and moves her hair to one side.
“Zip me up.”
Are you fucking kidding me? There is nothing worse than clothing the woman you so badly want to fuck and who was seconds away from being naked and underneath you.
I feel sick to my stomach as I reach for the zipper to undo the work I did.
“Come in,” she yells to Monique, while smoothing her dress and fixing her hair.
“Elsa, Lis Langley. Apologies for the intrusion. I didn’t schedule her for today, though she insists she has an appointment.” Monique nods with an apologetic expression and walks out.
Lis looks at Elsa, and then at me, and does a double-take.
I smile, seeing her expression turn into shock.
Seeing that reaction smooths over some of my annoyance.
“Well, I see you have some business to attend to, and I should probably do the same. I’ll see you later, Els?” I ask, buttoning my jacket.
“Yes, you will.” she says, like the good pretend fiancée she is.
I glare at Lis while I pull Elsa into my arms. I look down at her pouty, full lips and crash into them, giving her a long, passionate kiss.
After successfully making our audience member feel awkward, I dismiss myself and leave.
But as soon as I walk out, I can’t stop thinking about her.
My repressed feelings gnaw at me, and I wonder—what’s she going to say about me?
Chapter 17
Elsa
Lis Langley is still gawking at me. Sure, my tits are bubbling over and my ass cheeks are busting at the seams, but I look damn professional…for a lingerie designer.