Chapter 5

“Excuse me?” Ivy blurted out, but Travis had stepped closer to her with his blue eyes focused on her face, searching her eyes.

“Nobody is this grateful,” he said and now that he was just an inch away from her, he lowered his face. Ivy still had to crane her neck to look up at him, and when she did she could see the fire in his gaze. A burning that looked dangerous and alluring at the same time. Her throat felt dry, she licked her lips and tried to shake her head.

“The coffee is a good excuse but we both know why you’re really here,” he continued in a voice that had dropped even deeper. Ivy breathed in sharply, transfixed by his gaze, by what was happening. It was like one of her fantasies from the previous night was actually playing out.

“So I suggest,” he said and placed a hand on her shoulder, with his thumb he was sliding the strap of her blouse down her arm. “That you start taking your clothes off now,” he said and the strap slid down to her elbow. Ivy couldn’t move. She could feel the goosebumps on her skin. The back of her neck had become burning hot. There were knots tightening in her belly that she had no control over. She wanted this man from the first moment she laid eyes on him, but she had never done anything like this before.

Without another word, he continued to slide down the other strap which now revealed her black lace covered breasts to him. He stepped back like he wanted to look at her breasts in admiration and she saw the hungry expression on his face. Like he was a hunter who had caught his prey. Goosebumps puckered her skin and she could feel a wetness growing between her legs. Travis breathed in deeply, and after he was done admiring her breasts, he stepped forward again.

“We both want the same thing, Ivy, and I don’t have time to waste on games,” he said and then with his left hand, he reached for her left breast. Ivy gasped when his warm large hand cupped her breast and he squeezed. With his thumb, he sought out her erect sensitive nipple which was trying to burst out through the lace of her bra. He flicked it expertly and the wetness between her legs grew. His touch was setting her body on fire and she felt like she was in some sort of trance.

“Good girl,” he said, in a commanding deep voice and then pulled down her blouse to her waist. Placing his hands on her bare torso, he drew her closer to himself so that she landed with a thud on his wide solid chest. Ivy gasped again. Their faces were barely an inch apart. His lips grazed hers and his warm breath fell on the locks of her hair that had fallen over her face. She was breathing harsh, dazed and in shock to the way her body was reacting to him.

Without warning, Travis slipped his hand down her jeans and she gasped again.

“I’m giving you what you want, Ivy,” he grumbled under his breath as he brought his face even closer to her and she felt his fingers slide down to her throbbing wet mound. No man had ever come this close to her pussy before. First base was as far as she’d gone with anyone, and now this stranger, this fantasy man from her dreams had his hand down her jeans! Her mind was swirling with arousal and confusion and her desire for Travis. Her breathing quickened when his fingers gently parted her folds. He was good at this, he knew exactly what to do with his fingers. He was stroking her sensitive clit gently, rubbing it and bringing her right to the brink of an orgasm.

She had her hands on his shoulders, clinging to him for support and with her breasts heaving and her body quivering, she felt herself hurtling violently towards an orgasm she hadn’t expected.

“This isn’t why I’m here,” she managed to squeal, unconvincingly weakly, but Travis had heard it nonetheless. His fingers stopped stroking her clit and she took the opportunity to wriggle out of his grip. His hand slid out of her jeans and Ivy stepped away from him, pulling her blouse up and sliding the straps back into place.

She was still aroused, the wetness between her legs was still there…but now she had recovered some of her senses. Enough for her to see more clearly.

Travis remained standing where he was, with his brows crossed and his eyes narrowed. She could see the stormy darkness on his face and the way he was glaring at her.

“I told you, Ivy, I don’t have time for games. I’m a busy man,” he said in a voice she was sure he used on his employees all the time. Ivy shook her head and tried to compose herself as best she could. She could still feel his hand on her pussy, where his fingers had been stroking her.

“This is not a game to me. This is not why I’m here,” she said, strengthening her voice and Travis straightened his neck and then folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t look like he was about to respond to that, he didn’t look like he believed her.

“I did genuinely want to bring you coffee and okay, I’ll admit it, I was intrigued by you…but this is not what I’m here for!” she said and placed a hand on her mouth to hide the quivering of her lips. Travis clenched his jaw and then looked away from her, out of one of the windows that overlooked the city skyline. Then he nodded his head gently.

“You’re telling me that you didn’t fantasize about this happening?” he asked and looked back at her, fixing his fiery stubborn gaze on her again. Ivy could do nothing but gulp and he nodded his head again.

“That’s what I thought,” he said and then turning from her, he walked back to his desk. She remained standing where she was, with her shoulders heaving and her mouth hanging open. He had walked around his desk and was now beginning to sit down on his luxurious leather swivel chair, while Ivy had no idea what she was expected to do next. Clearly, he just wanted her to leave.

“You’ve misjudged me,” she said and she watched as he slipped open a case and took out a pair of spectacles. They were on thin silver frames and had square glasses. He took his time to place them in position. Now he had an even more serious and authoritative look, the glasses matured him by at least five years. Ivy gulped again, she was still painfully attracted to him. Every move he made was like a sexual act.

“How have I misjudged you, Ivy? Enlighten me,” he said and she stuck her chin up in the air proudly. She hadn’t come with a speech prepared so she had to think fast on her feet.

“Well, maybe you’re accustomed to a certain kind of woman, but I’m not like them. I came here because I was curious about you, and all right, I’ll admit that I’m attracted to you,” she said and a grin appeared on Travis’ face. He had pulled a file close to him and flipped it open. His eyes had begun scanning the page like he was already disinterested in what she had to say. Ivy felt foolish standing in front of him like that, trying to explain to him why she didn’t want to sleep with him. When the truth was that was all she wanted, that was all she had been thinking about since she first saw him.

“But I didn’t…I don’t…” she was fumbling with her words again and Travis looked up from his file at her, with his eyes narrowed on her face again.

“You were looking forward to the whole song and dance. The flowers, the champagne, the chocolates, the fancy dinner, the materialistic seduction that goes with these things,” he said in a voice that was harsher than she had heard him use before. There was venom dripping from his voice and Ivy’s hands had begun to shake with anger. She knew that her cheeks were flushed, she could feel her skin tightening with rage. She lifted her chin up in the air even more and tried to make her voice sound as rigid as possible.

“I had no expectations,” she said flatly and Travis shook his head before pulling the glasses off his face again. He was looking up at her with a vicious smile on his face.

“Are you one of those girls who has a three date rule or something? Three dates before you sleep with me?” he said and the grin on his face only grew. Ivy couldn’t remember the last time she was this angry and embarrassed at the same time. He had quickly gone from being irresistibly charming to a venomous man with preconceived notions about her.

“I feel sorry for you,” she said with a sudden calm descending on her. She had no idea where the words had come from, it was like she was having an out-of-body experience. Travis squinted his eyes and his lips were pursed together. The smile was gone from his face.

“Oh yeah?” he said.

“You’re such a busy man, your human interaction is limited to quickies in your office with strangers. That is what you’ve come to expect from your life. You don’t think anything else could possibly exist. I feel sorry for how low your self-esteem must be,” Ivy said and turning on her heels, she forced herself to walk deliberately towards the door. She heard Travis’ chair creak, she didn’t have to turn to see that he had stood up from his chair. But he didn’t say anything.

Ivy tried to exude as much confidence as she could when she walked out of his office. The elevator was waiting for her, and she took it down to the lobby, watching as the lights came on for every floor that they passed. Keeping her head up, she walked across the lobby, aware of the stare that the receptionist was giving her.

Out of the building, she sighed loudly. She wasn’t even sure how long she had been holding her breath. When she checked her wristwatch, she saw that she was already ten minutes late for work, but she was in no mood to hurry back.

Ivy walked her way back to the coffee shop. Her cheeks were burning up and they stung with every gentle breeze that blew into her face. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she was blaming herself. None of this would have happened, she wouldn’t have been embarrassed like this if she hadn’t foolishly gone to his office to deliver a coffee that he hadn’t even ordered.

She knew he was right. That was exactly what she wanted. She hadn’t even acknowledged that she had gone to his office for that very reason. She wanted to see him again, watched him as he looked at her body, be near him…but she couldn’t go through with it. This was not how she had pictured losing her virginity. She had held out for so long so that she could sleep with the right man, and Travis Dunn was very far from being the right man for her.

He didn’t deserve her virginity, she tried to convince herself. He was an arrogant man, he was in the business of taking what he wanted and Ivy’s virginity was precious to her. A quickie in that man’s office was not going to be the best idea for experiencing sex for the first time and she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life regretting it.