“College.”
I figured she’d go with that, but I want to know what excuse fate used to bring her to me. “Yeah, well there are great schools in Chicago, why here?”
“Change. Is that criminal?”
I reach out and take her hand in mine, rubbing it gently and confess, “No. I’m just feeling insanely fortunate.”
“I prefer the warmth. So tell me about you.” She pulls her hand back, blushing before taking a drink of her water.
“I’m the owner and operator of an international shipping company. My father used to own the company until my parents’ deaths in an accident eight years ago.”
“I’m sorry about your parents. Has it been just you and Brie since then?” She has pity and sadness written all over her face.
“Yes. Luckily my parents updated their will, leaving my sister in my custody should anything happen.”
“I’m glad that she has you and you have her.”
“Now, I have you.”
“And it looks like Brie has someone too.”
“I hope so. I’ll be watching him closely, though. It’s not a secret to those who know my sister, but I’m not sure you’re aware that Brie is a little different.”
“I consider her personality sweet.”
“That she is. Unfortunately, Brie had been in that accident with my parents. She barely survived, and the accident left her with severe brain damage. It’s been an uphill road to recovery, and days like today are major setbacks.”
“Wow. No wonder she thinks you hung the moon. She’s right. You are wonderful.”
“Thanks. I was just doing what I should do for my sister.”
“Now, I feel like the lucky one.”
“Just wait and see.”
As soon as we’re done eating, I spot Phil and Brie walking to the exit. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“I’m taking Brie to get a new phone and then home.” Brie lives in her own place. She moved there two months ago, wanting some independence and demanding I find a wife already.
“Call me with the number. Take care of her.”
“Always.” Lia cocks her brow up, probably wondering what the hell was in the water.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Where are we going?”
“Depends. If you want me to take you back to your dorm, I will. If you want me to take you back to my home, I will. I’m at your mercy.”
She considers the idea too long for my liking, and I’m tempted to take it back, but I have to give her time, even if it’s just tonight. “I’m not ready to part ways.”
“Good.”
Chapter 5
Lia
Did I make a mistake? Should I go back to his house? No and Yes. I want to be with him, and sometimes you just have to let go. In the few hours since we met, I learned so much about his character that I want more. Even if it’s just for the night. Who am I fooling? Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I’m hoping that he wants to do something special with me. It’s silly, but I’ve never been on a real date.
We entered the elevator, farthest from the entrance. It only had four stops: Parking, Ground level, his office and the last button that said H. He presses the H and as soon as the door closes, my back hits the wall and his mouth comes down on mine. Lust shoots through me and I thrust my hips forward, rolling them over the thick bulge in his pants. “Are you ready to become mine?”
“Yes,” I moan, tossing my head back as he runs his lips over my jaw and down my neck, sucking on my pulse. Our hands roam all over each other as he drives his hips forward, dry fucking me in the elevator. Although I have no idea why they call it dry humping because I’m so damn wet. I need him to take my virginity and make me scream out over and over.
As soon as the elevators open, I see his freaking massive condo. Holy shit. It’s perfect, but then he cups my ass, getting a firm grip, causing me to lose all thoughts of his place. My mind and body are screaming to be set down on any surface and fucked into bliss.
He sets me on my feet in the middle of a large bedroom. “Strip.” This man. I should fight his command, but I haven’t yet and don’t want to. I want him so intensely that I’m struggling to breathe normally. I bite the edge of my bottom lip, blushing from head to toe.
“Mrs. Williams, I said strip.”
“I’m not your wife.”
“You will be. As far as I’m concerned, you are. Now, take off your clothes because if I touch them, they’ll be in shreds.” I swallow hard, trying to calm down because I’m about to come from his words. Kicking off my sandals, I focus on his face. He’s staring like a man starved. No, that’s not even enough to describe him. He’s a predator stalking his prey and ready to strike. “Cordelia. Now.” He calls out my name, demanding I continue. His voice thickened with lust as he choked out the order. My fingers hook around my shorts, dragging them down and stepping out of them. Quickly, I lift my tank top over my head. I’m grateful that I have a fetish for sexy underwear. My black lace panties and matching bra make me feel sexy, but his expression makes me feel like a queen.