Cal, our VP of marketing, would be much better suited for this event. It’s a networking opportunity and our company needs representation, but I don’t have time for this shit.
What’s worse is that I don’t have time for Heather.
She’s the girl I fucked the night before I went to San Diego—the one who hinted over text message that she wants more than a few fun nights.
She’s at this event, too, and she’s monopolizing my time. I don’t want to be a dick to her. She’s a nice girl, really, and we’ve had some fun times together, but when I think about Sylvie and those pillow lips, I can’t help but think that there’s not even a comparison to be drawn.
Heather is droning on about EduTech, a new company based in San Bernardino who is pushing their products on schools, as if I’ve never heard of them. I’ve not only heard of them, I’ve spoken to their CEO and have my legal team in negotiations with theirs.
But all that’s confidential, obviously. I nod along like what she’s telling me is new information. Heather looks hot in her black dress that’s cut a little too low to really be considered professional. She’s sexy, and I already know she’s a minx in the bedroom. Sylvie’s modest dress comes to mind. Heather is hot and she knows it, and she’s showing off her assets as part of her own marketing plan.
Sylvie, on the other hand, doesn’t need to do that. She didn’t need her tits spilling out the top of her dress to prove she’s sexy. She didn’t need skin-tight material hugging sweetly over her ass to prove she’s a worthy business adversary. Even in her discreet dress, she still caught my attention—maybe even more than Heather ever did. I never thought I’d like a buttoned-up outfit that left so much to my imagination, but I have to admit, my imagination is running wild.
It has been since I first spotted her.
What are her tits like when her blouse is on the ground? Are her nipples big and round? Or are they small buds begging for my lips? What does her body look like? Is she waxed clean? Does she have a landing strip or a poof of hair? I’ve seen it all, and somehow I know that however my mind sees it could never do justice to her in the flesh.
I think about what Lauren said earlier. To be fair, she said a lot of things, but one of those things has been eating at me since she said it: Maybe you should do something to show her she should be with you.
As soon as Heather pauses for a breath, I excuse myself. I head straight for the bar, and while I’m in line, I pull my phone out of my pocket and check my calendar. I have events scheduled tomorrow and Friday, but neither of them seem as important as what I need to do. Lauren can clear my meetings and reschedule whatever’s going on for the next couple of days, and someone else can attend the events in my place. I don’t care who; Lauren can figure it out.
I’m going to San Diego.
It’s easy to say I’m going because I have business there; it’s not false. I could even visit Carter and Axel while I’m there.
But that’s not why I’m going, and the first step is admitting that to myself. I need to see her again.
I shoot off a text to my brother.
Me: I’ll be in SD tomorrow through Sunday. Would love to find time to see everyone.
His reply doesn’t come right away, but I don’t really expect it to. I text Lauren next.
Me: Get me a flight to San Diego tomorrow early. Return Sunday late.
Lauren: Yes! I knew it! You sure you want a Sunday return? Maybe an open ticket?
Me: Just do your job.
Lauren: Yes sir. You need anything else? Hotel?
I’m sure Carter will invite me to stay with them, but a hotel would be quieter.
I usually stay in hotels so I can bring women back with me without disturbing them. It’s strange that my first thought as to why I want to stay in a hotel isn’t because of that.
Me: Yes on hotel.
Lauren: You got it. Do you know where she lives? I can book the hotel close to her.
Me: Book the Hyatt.
Lauren: Consider it done.
Me: I’ll also need you to cancel and reschedule anything important.
Lauren: I’m on it, boss.
My arm suddenly feels warm, and it’s because Heather’s tits are pressed to my side. “Can I cut the line?” she asks, her voice sultry.
Man, she really didn’t take the hint when I ran away from her a few minutes ago. I slide my phone into my pocket, content with my new plan.
Lauren’s right. I need to do something to show Sylvie she should be with me. I’m not exactly sure what that means quite yet, but it surely doesn’t mean sitting at home idly while she progresses in her relationship with the lawyer. If anything, I need to get out there so at least I’m on her mind again.
God knows she hasn’t left mine since she flew into the boardroom last week.
“You know what? You can take my spot,” I say to Heather. I give her a smile, walk a few steps ahead to place my empty drink on the bar, and bolt out of this stupid event without even turning back to see Heather’s disappointment. I put in my time, and now it’s time to go home, get shit in order since I’ll be out of the office for the next couple of days, and pack my bag.