"Well, maybe the people he's dealing with are just really difficult? Some people in business can be rather hard to deal with." I smile when I get the reference. Yes, darling, I can be hard to deal with; you have no idea.
"Tom assured me he could handle it when I offered him the job, says he can take on anyone and anything. So if some property developers are enough to topple him, then I need a new negotiator." I trail off as I watch her lift her hand she was using to prop up her head and begin to slowly weave it through my hair. She's trying to be soothing; I understand, but she doesn't know the effect that action has on me, how quickly it turns me on.
"Just remember to be nice; kindness can go a long way, you know. I'm sure he's doing his best." Her soft voice is soothing, like a mother's lullaby, soft, sweet, and gentle. But she continues to toss her long fingers through my hair, and I want nothing more than to pin her beneath me and make her see stars. I'm dying to hear her scream out my name as she finds the release I have a feeling she's never experienced before.
"I'll try my best," I assure her, but I know I won't be showing much kindness when I land. I feel that I have a limited reserve of how kind I can be in one day, and I save it all up for special occasions. Like when I visit my family or do charity work or have to charm some new investor. Now I have to find a whole lot more kindness to show to Amelia when I'm around her. Somehow it's easier with her.
"When do you go?" she asks me gently as her hand slips out of my hair. The second the contact is gone, I'm itching to have it back.
"As soon as possible, probably sometime tomorrow." Her chest drops a little bit as she returns her hand back to its original position under her head. "You going to miss me, baby?" I let a smirk spread across my lips, and I can't resist placing a hand on her lower thigh. Her dress has ridden up somewhat and exposed some of her skin. Sometimes it's hard to keep my hands to myself. My smirk spreads wider as she blushes under the contact but doesn't move my hand away.
"Perhaps a little." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and it does things to me. Normally, I wouldn't ask a girl that, because if the answer is yes, then it means she's getting too attached to me, and I can't have that. But with Amelia, I want her to attach herself to me like a moth to a flame.
"Stay the night." It's not a suggestion, it's not a command; it's somewhere in between the two. I gently give her thigh a squeeze and am rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, along with the flush of her cheek and her bottom lip being taken in between her teeth. I want to do that. I grip both of my hands on her waist, and she helps to lift herself onto my lap. Our lips meet, and it's an instant frenzy as she places a hand on the back of my neck and winds her other hand into my hair. I groan against her lips and grip onto her hips. I want to guide her hips to move against my own and create some friction between us, but I somehow hold myself back.