Chapter 13

Matt

"You ready to go?" I turned from the kitchen sink with a glass of water in my hand, the desire to lick my fingers clean raging through me. I knew she wouldn't appreciate it, or maybe I was being a prick about wanting her to think of me as more of a gentleman than I was. Sex was the ultimate expression of passion and I'd denied myself too long.

The sound of her moans accompanied with her writhing on top of me as her body clenched around my fingers had me coming alongside her the second time I brought her over the edge. I wasn't sure she realized the power she had over me, or maybe she was simply being careful not to use it. Either way, I wanted more. So much more.

I took a long drink and watched her with the remnant of desire that still danced around my stomach. I wasn't sure it was going to dissipate with her anywhere near me. It was a waste of energy to try and force myself into a calm. My fantasies were within reach. So close.

"Absolutely." She licked at her lips subtly and walked to the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water and holding it out to me. "You want one of these tonight?"

"Nope. I'm drinking a few more beers while we're there." I extended my hand. "Give me the keys and I'll drive us up there. If I'm too shit-faced to get us home, you make sure we get here. Deal?"

"Deal." She walked to the front door and tossed the keys over her shoulder.

My eyes moved down to study the sexy curve of her ass in her jeans. The tight white shirt she wore hit just above her waistband and left a little tease of her creamy flesh on display. I couldn't help but run my fingers by it as I moved past her.

"I'm so fucking excited. How did you score these tickets?" I got into my side of her car and buckled up.

"One of my staff had extra tickets. Lewis Marshall. He's a great guy actually. He's a graphic designer and just moved over from the Caribbean. He has a killer accent and sees everything as a new adventure."

"Sounds like my kinda guy." I started the car and reached over to rest my hand on her thigh as I pulled out. "How much did you have to pay for the tickets? I'll pay you back."

"No way. I got them for free. Lewis wouldn't let me pay for them either, but I should probably slip him something. They're on the front row from what I could tell."

"What? No fucking way. Give them here and let me see." I took them from her and glanced down. "Wow. They totally are."

"Why are you so excited? Your dad makes more money than God. You've never sat in the front row of a rock concert?" Her smile was genuine.

"No, I don't take money from my dad other than what he pays in my rent and grocery bill. I've tried hard to sell a few of my paintings over the years and just live frugal. He and Damon make shit tons of money, but I just barely get by. They'd both pump money into my account left and right, but I'm not about that. I hate that my father still pays my rent. This year things are changing though. Or really next year." I shrugged. "I want to spend Christmas at home this year, and then if I'm going to make the move up here, it will be in January."

"I like that." She nodded and turned back to face the front of the car. "I won't push you anymore. I know it's a hard decision and it's not just about one thing, but many."

"I appreciate that. Tell me a little bit more about the opening that you have in your department."

"We're always looking for designers. You could work in several different areas, but I think being part of the idea tank would be good for you. We meet twice a week for a couple of hours and work through the upcoming projects for the company. Once we determine where we want to go with our marketing and advertising in those areas, one of the designers in the room takes the idea and sketches it. I think you'd like that. It's pure art at that point."

"And after that point?" I turned the radio down so I could focus solely on her.

"Another team will take it and put it into a graphic design program where we can manipulate it. That's the hardest part, I think. Taking your art and handing it over to someone else to beat it up and change it. You really don't get a say in the final project, but I don't either. Your father has final approval, but he's got quite an eye for artistic design. Everything we've worked on thus far has been relatively painless."

"He's a great guy. I like the idea of taking a concept and turning it into a design. How many days a week are we talking?"

"As many as you want. I'm sure we could work out something specifically for you and your desires with Kent. It's all up to you really."

"All right. That helps." I turned onto the freeway and rolled down the windows. "No more serious shit tonight. Just me and you having fun. You down?"

"Hell yes." She rolled down her window and moved up to her knees, leaving me smiling harder than I had in a long time.

She was the girl for me. I had no doubt.