Ava

 

“I bet you're here for this,” Ann assumes, holding up the coffeepot in front of my face.

I nod and hold up my mug so she can fill it with coffee. My head is still fuzzy from yesterday. Was it a dream? Did I really make out with a handsome millionaire at a luxury spa? Did he really give me that sensual massage? Did he really ask for my number so he can invite me for a little more some time later?

I blush as I relive yesterday’s adventure. We had a passionate make-out session in the sauna, but at some point, my responsible head got the better of me and I chickened out. I know he was looking for more, a lot more, but a part of me didn’t want to be that girl. The kind of girl who goes all the way with a guy she barely knows.

I did leave him with my phone number, though.

Ann chuckles next. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yes,” I hurry to reply.

“How was your massage at the Mandarin Oriental? You went yesterday, didn’t you?” Ann asks.

I blush again and can’t help but smile. “It was good. Very good.”

I pause, wondering if I should tell her any more about the afternoon. After all, she is my coworker and some things should stay private between us, even though we get along like friends.

But Ann wouldn’t be Ann if she didn’t sense that there was something up.

“What happened?” she asks. “And don’t tell me there’s nothing to tell. I can see it written all over your face, girl!”

I cast her a coy smile.

“I… kind of met someone there,” I begin.

“A guy? At the spa?” Ann asks, her eye widening with curiosity.

I nod. “Yes, in the sauna actually.”

“Hot!” Ann comments. “Like, literally hot!”

“His name is Derek Cartwright,” I continue. “And he’s so—”

“Oh my God!” she interrupts me, pressing her hand against her mouth to stop herself from yelling. “Don’t tell me you flirted with Derek Cartwright?”

I look at her, suddenly regretting that I said anything.

“That’s who he said he was… why?” I want to know.

“The super sexy billionaire?” she asks. “How can you not know who he is? We even worked for one of his companies this year! He’s out of this world handsome!”

“I know,” I agree. “That’s why I was so confused he showed any interest in me. But he… certainly did.”

“You're gorgeous,” she says. “You shouldn't belittle yourself all the time, just because of the stupid comments from those silly hens.”

I hesitate for a moment. Ann is such a nice person and has always been super friendly to me.

“Yeah, but still-”

“Tell me everything!” Ann insists, interrupting my self doubts.

Of course, I don’t tell her everything and prefer to stick to the less naughty parts of our encounter. I tell her about some of the things he said, before and after the massage, but I never mention the massage, the kiss or the making out.

I certainly didn't tell her about the massive boner that was beneath his towel when he got up to grab a pen and paper from his stuff outside so I could write down my number. I almost lost all of my self control at that moment, and I’m kind of proud of myself that I didn’t.

“He must like you!” Ann concludes, grinning from ear to ear.

I clear my throat and lift the coffee mug up to my face as if I was trying to hide behind it.

“I don't know about that,” I whisper.

Ann winks at me. “Well, there's still plenty of time to find out, right? You’re seeing him again, right?”

“If he calls,” I say.

She pats me on the shoulder as she walks out of the kitchen. “I’m sure he will—you’re a bombshell and it’s about time you realize that. Damn, you're one lucky girl!”

She winks at me and leaves.

I take another sip from my coffee. It has been a while since I have dated anyone or even had a simple fling. The last guy I had a little fun with a few months ago, was such a disappointment that I had stopped looking ever since. He couldn't keep up with me, he had no idea what he was doing and even during the few times we had sex, my heart never went into overdrive the way it did in Derek's presence.

He was a nice guy and I felt bad for ghosting him after just a few dates, but I don't like nice guys, at least not in the bedroom. Be nice and sweet with me when we are out and about, but leave the nice guy outside when we step into the bedroom.

Something tells me that Derek is anything but nice once he gets ready to play. Oh, what I wouldn't give to find out!