CHAPTER 13
Amy
The room was thick with our heat and scent as we relaxed together, while I tried to make sense of all of this. Phil was my boss all along. I knew there were similarities but the idea never crossed my mind before now. I felt him pull me closer and smiled as I acknowledged the feelings in the room as well as the amazing attraction.
I’d wanted him as Brett, but logic won in that situation. It sure fought a fair fight this time, but I gave into my feelings and need and had never felt better as I did right now. I knew him inside and out since we’d just talked so much in addition to all the sex. We talked as friends, potential lovers and two people that were falling for one another and he was in front of me the entire time. I saw him every day and longed to change my decision as I watched him seem to be in love with someone else, but all along that was me.
I knew that I was in love with Brett. The idea thrilled and terrified me all at once when I started to think about the next day or even the next week. Brett said that we were going to focus on tonight and I rolled in his arms to face him as I buried my face into his broad chest. He was all man, powerful and muscle and everything that I’d dreamed of. I kissed him with firm presses of my lips and heard his sharp intake of breath as I tasted the damp sweat on his skin. I’d made him sweat like that, more than just tonight. I’d heard it, and all the memories played through my mind as I licked at his small, firm nipple. Brett groaned as I bit gently and tightened his grip on my back.
We made love one more time with me on top and our eyes locked before hunger got the best of us. Brett called down to order our dinner, smiling at me knowingly as I slipped one of the robes in the bathroom around my body. “What?” I asked with a blush as he slipped on some shorts. God, the man looked good when he wasn’t wearing clothes. I played with my hair absently as I stared at him, deciding to pull it up into a messy bun for a little while.
“Do you like what you see?” Brett teased me as I felt heat wash over my body.
“I always have,” I responded as I followed him to the living room and looked around for the first time. “This room is stunning, Brett.”
“Only the best for you,” he assured me as I smiled at him. We got cold water from the fridge in the nearly full kitchen and sat on the couch to talk while we waited for the food. “That was incredible, Amy.” He stared into my eyes as I smiled weakly. “Everything I thought it would be and more.” He sipped his water. “You don’t strike me as the type to sleep around, though.”
“I’m not. That’s why I work the phone because I can’t do anything more personal. That even took some getting used to for me, to be honest.” I admitted as I frowned and thought back to the disastrous first night while I chuckled.
“How did you get into it?” Brett asked, and I gave him a searching look for a long moment. I hadn’t dated anyone since I started the job and I didn’t know how it would affect this. Brett was just looking at me with curiosity and warmth in his eyes, no judgment.
“A friend did it and when I graduated and got wind of how much I owed for the loans, told me about it. I didn’t have this job with you then, and it seemed like a good way to get ahead of the game to me.” I shrugged. “It was embarrassing at first for me. Once I got some regular clients and grew to know them, it was easier, and it felt good to be able to support myself.”
“You don’t have a big family, do you?” Brett asked as someone knocked at the door. He stood and let them in, telling the young man to leave it by the table overlooking the city before he slipped him a bill. Once we were alone, he gestured to me to join him, and I walked across the large room to look out of the window. “Is all of that a story?”
“Yes, it is. It’s just Mom for me, and she lives in San Diego now, doing the artist thing. We talk a lot, but she’s happy living that life.” I replied as he nodded and stared at me. I knew about his family from work, which gave me an absolute advantage. I knew a lot more about him from our conversations, and I frowned. “You were truthful with me, weren’t you?” He nodded slowly as his eyes went somber as if was waiting for me to judge him. “You did have an affair with your stepdaughter while you were married. That’s crazy.”
“I know that, Amy. I think about it every day and regret what I can, but it’s life, and it gets messy sometimes,” he told me before walking around and pulling me to him. “Tonight, feeling you wrapped around me made me realize that I have never felt this way before. This is different for me, no matter who or what is in my past.”
“I felt that too,” I admitted as I breathed him in, feeling the addiction set in.
“Let’s eat,” he suggested as he felt my stomach growling against him. Brett lifted the lids to reveal a decadent seafood pasta with salad and crusty bread. My mouth watered and he heaped some food on the two plates for us before setting them on the table. Brett poured us some wine from the bottle on the tray and gazed at me across the small table. There was a bigger one in the room off the kitchen that I noticed, but I liked being this close to him. I wrapped some of the pasta around my fork and moaned as I took a bite, tasting the seasoned white sauce.
We talked over the meal, mostly about the city and work a little bit before he cleared his throat and sipped his wine. “I have this room for the weekend, and I’d love for you to stay with me, Amy.”
“What about Monday?” I asked as he licked his lips. “We can’t be seen this way, Brett.”
“I know. I agree with that, but I think we could keep it between ourselves,” Brett replied as heat washed over my body. “I don’t want to fuck you and have that be it. I want us to have something more.” Brett ran a hand through his hair and looked at me again. “I’ve been talking to Daniel. You know how impressed he was with you and he’s made mention of moving you to his office. Not right now but in the future. I don’t know what you think of that idea, to begin with, but with this new development, I thought it might be an option.”
“New York?” I asked as he nodded with a slow smile.
“It’s a gorgeous city, Amy. You’d learn so much with them,” Brett encouraged me as my eyes widened.
“How would we see each other that way?” I asked as he chuckled.
“I have a house there as well, two to be truthful. There’s a charming brownstone and a house out on Long Island as well. I could move there easily and oversee the company from a distance.”
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” I asked as he tilted his head and smiled down at the table.
“Not as seriously as I am tonight. I didn’t know who you were, but I like to keep my options open when I can. I just came here to work at the office, Amy. Moving isn’t an issue for me, not to be with you,” he told me as I frowned at him. “Cole is grown with his family, and I can visit them anytime in Colorado. I’m going back for Christmas since they have a daughter close to being born. I don’t have any ties but him and the woman I’m dating.”
“You want to date me?” I asked as he smirked at me.
“Haven’t I made that clear enough?” Brett asked as he stood and finished his wine. He excused himself for a moment, and I looked around the room and out at the lights of the buildings as I considered his words. Age wasn’t an issue. I didn’t know Brett’s exact age, but he was fourteen years older, give or take. He looked good for his and was fit and healthy, something I craved in a man. He had money, but I wasn’t seeking to be supported by anybody. Sex was incredible with him, and I wanted it again sitting here letting my meal digest. I knew that I was in for the weekend as well as the future and I smiled as he walked back into the room, taking his toned torso up to his handsome face as he watched me. “I think I prefer this to you not looking at me at all,” Brett told me as I stood and took my glass of wine to the couch to sit down.
“It was uncomfortable for a while, wasn’t it?” I asked as he nodded and took a seat beside me. “The night I told you there was no chance for us nearly killed me. I have never wanted anything more, but I feared the work situation, and still do. I just know that fate gave this to us and it feels too good to try and fight what I feel anymore.”
“I agree,” Brett told me as I looked into his face and leaned in for a kiss. He tasted like wine, and the spices from dinner, and I parted my lips to let his eager tongue in as he pulled me gently over his body. We cleaned up the food and put the tray in front of the door before rushing back to the bedroom with an urgency that was new to me.
I think we spent hours pleasuring each other, dozing in between. I’d wake up with Brett between my legs, or he’d wake up inside of my mouth, depending on who woke up first. I was sore but it was a mild pain, and I wouldn’t be turning him away anytime soon, not after the foundation that we had. It was one that I could never deny and the idea of telling anyone how we met made me blush. I might be stumbling into the office Monday, something I dreaded but a thought that I pushed away as he pulled me against his body again.