As I watch Sofia walk toward the bathroom, I shut my briefcase and slide it back under the table.

London was boring as hell without her. I was there on business, living out of a suitcase, trying to expand into the UK education sector. Things are going well on that front, and I was mostly there just to show my face to potential clients, make them feel like they’re the most important people in the world.

The whole time I was thinking about Sofia. Normally, I’d be out on the town between meetings, getting drunk and trying to fuck some cute little British thing with shitty teeth and a stupid accent. This time though, none of that seemed even slightly tempting. I kept to myself most of the time, only going out once or twice, and only then because the clients wanted to have a good time. I don’t know what the hell is with me, but I have Sofia lodged so deep in my mind that I can’t shake it.

Which means I’m acting somewhat unlike myself. I’m normally more… outgoing, but lately, all I want to do is sit around and think of different things to push her with. The vibrator was a stroke of genius, and getting her off was incredibly erotic. I was stroking myself the whole time in my office just thinking about her. Of course, I had to track the trains, but that was no problem.

The waitress returns and I order some food and drinks for us. As Sofia returns to the table, the waitress comes back with a whisky for me and a glass of white wine for her.

Sofia quickly takes her glass and takes a big drink. I grin at her huge as the waitress leaves, sipping my own whisky.

“Well?” I ask her.

“I’ve never…” She trails off, adjusting herself. “It’s a little uncomfortable.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve never worn one before?”

“No,” she admits. “I like it, but sitting in it…” She shrugs a little.

My grin gets huge just picturing her wearing it. “Good girl,” I say to her. “I’m proud of you.”

She makes a face. “It doesn’t vibrate, does it?”

“No,” I say. “Not this one. But we can get you one of those, if you want. I’ll make you wear it into your next meeting with Karl.”

“No,” she says, her eyes wide. “But I did see him today.”

“And?” I ask, not wanting to get off the subject of her little surprise, but this seems important.

She shifts again. “He was a creep. Said he knows you’re protecting me and it won’t work.”

I frown at that. “He said that to you, straight up?”

“Straight up,” she confirms. “I couldn’t believe it.”

“That rat,” I say, anger flowing through me. “I’m keeping him in check and I’m sure it’s pissing him off.”

“He just wants to torture me to get to you,” she says. “Maybe it’s better if we let him.”

“No,” I say firmly. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m just saying…”

“Sofia,” I say, shaking my head. “This is the deal. I make your work life a little bit easier while I solve this Karl thing.”

“I know,” she says, sighing. “I just don’t want to make it harder for you in the process.”

I grin, sipping my drink, an eyebrow quirked. “Believe me,” I say. “You’re making it well worth my time.”

She blushes and sips her wine, saying nothing.

The meal starts coming then, little appetizers, a bunch of small plates. She picks at a few things as I dig in. I ask her questions about the people she’s working with, pleased that she’s making friends. I make a mental note to look up Darlene, just to be sure she’s not somehow involved with Karl or something like that. Maybe it’s paranoid but I can’t help but be careful these days.

As we get through the meal, Sofia leans back and sips her wine. I finish my whisky and order a second, feeling mellow and good. I keep smiling at her as I remember what she’s wearing. She shifts her weight form time to time, trying to get comfortable, but I know that’s a losing battle.

“Do you like it?” I ask her in a lull.

She hesitates. “Like what?”

“What I have you wearing,” I say. “I know sitting isn’t the most comfortable thing, but…”

“It’s… interesting” she admits. “I didn’t think I’d be into it. Honestly, I thought it was going to hurt.”

“Does it?” I ask.

“Not at all.”

“Good,” I say. “I didn’t think it would.”

“It’s just a new sensation.”

“I understand.” I smile and lean toward her. “Sometimes, new sensations are good.”

“Sometimes,” she admits, smiling back.

“How does it look?” I ask, heart beating fast.

She shrugs. “I couldn’t get a good look.”

“That’s a shame.” I frown at her, a little disappointed. “I want to see it.

Her eyes go wide. “Right now?”

“Yes,” I say. “Right now.”

This wasn’t part of my plan, but I don’t care. I’m improvising. I can’t help myself. She looks so fucking sexy and just knowing what she has on… I have to see. I can’t wait another second.

I stand up and take her hand, practically dragging her after me. We go to the back of the restaurant together and pause a second as a waiter walks past, heading toward the kitchen.

Fortunately there are three unisex bathrooms, the sort of things that are big and lock. I open the last one and we go in together, quickly before anyone can see us. I shut the door and lock it behind me, the light flicking on.

She stands there, looking down at the floor.

“Now, time to show me,” I say softly to her, stepping close.

“Someone might knock,” she says.

“That’s okay.” I stop inches away from her and tip her chin up toward me. “You’re doing as I say.”

I kiss her then. This wasn’t part of the plan either, but I’m so hungry for her taste. I’m giving in to my impulses, my desires, and I’m rushing my timeline just a little bit. I wanted to tease her more, build up her desire for another day or two before finally kissing and touching her. But I can’t help myself. I’m so fucking hard I can barely breathe.

She kisses me back intensely, sharing my passion. Desire rolls down me in waves and it takes all of my strength to slowly break away, her taste still lingers on my buzzing lips.

“Now,” I whisper. “Take off your skirt.”

She stares into my eyes and without another word, she obeys me.