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“Well, what do you think?” she asked.
“I like it here. I think this could be a very good fit for me,” I said, a smile spreading across my lips. I hoped she caught my subtle innuendo.
I saw Addison’s cheeks turn a rosy pink. She did.
“Th-that’s great,” she stammered, shuffling some papers on her desk.
I had her flustered.
“I’ll meet with my financial advisor and draw up papers sometime this week,” I commented.
“Sure. Okay. Thank you so much. This is really going to benefit so many kids.”
Kiera made a sound that was full of disgust.
Addison and I looked at her, as if we had forgotten she was here.
“Oh, I just don’t like kids,” defended Kiera with a shrug.
“Well, we should be going,” I said, standing from my chair and eager to get out of there before Kiera embarrassed me further.
Addison stood and followed us to the door.
“It was a pleasure meeting you,” she said.
“The pleasure was mine.”
I held her gaze for a moment too long, because Kiera cleared her throat loudly, breaking whatever spell we were under. I followed Kiera down the hallway, the sound ofclick- clackingechoing as we went. I turned to get another glance of Addison, but she was already closing her office door. An unfamiliar feeling of disappointment washed over me. I didn’t like it.
Outside the office, Kiera had wiped off her sour expression and was all smiles at the familiar sounds of cameras flashing surrounding us. I nodded solemnly at the paparazzi and made a beeline for my car where Armand waited. He quickly opened the door and I slid inside. A few seconds later, Kiera joined me.
“Could we do somethingfunnow?” she whined, crossing her arms like a pouting child.
“Like what?”
“Shopping and then lunch at the Ritz sounds nice,” she offered.
We spent the next couple of hours shopping at Bloomingdales. Kiera dragged me to the fitting rooms with her as she tried on gowns, shoes, and jewelry. We were offered a bottle of champagne, which made Kiera giddy, even though I knew it was just a tactic to get you to buy more when you were all boozed up.
“I think you’ll like this next one,” called out Kiera from the fitting room.
I took another miserable sip of champagne as I waited for her to come out. She pushed the curtains open and strutted out in a red lacy set of lingerie. She looked good. Too good. Her breasts were lifted high and I could make out the soft color of her nipples through the lace. Her matching stockings were connected to the tiniest lace fabric, leaving very little to the imagination. I felt myself getting aroused. I had to hand it to her, she knew how to work a man. She did a turn and stumbled slightly, tipsy from the champagne. She plopped down in my lap.
“Let’s skip dinner and go to your place,” she whispered in my ear.
A part of me wanted to take her right here in the dressing room. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done it before. But another part of me couldn’t get my mind off Addison. I wondered what she would feel like on my lap, my hands against her skin, feeling the lace of lingerie hugging her in all the right places.
Kiera noticed my hesitation and pounced.
“Or you could follow me in that dressing room and I would give you the best blow job of your life,” she whispered before her teeth surrounded my earlobe and pulled lightly.
I swallowed hard before placing my hands on her hips and guiding her off me.
“We should probably get some food in you and get you home,” I said, trying to hide the reluctance in my voice.
It was rare I turned down sex. I was honestly questioning who I was in this moment, but my thoughts were somewhere else. With someone else.
Kiera stumbled backward and looked at me with a scrutinizing look before going back into the fitting room. But not before she called me an asshole.