Page 25 of Text Me A Kiss

Chapter Nine

Graham

I used to be able to just sit through meetings.

Okay, well, I could still sit through meetings. Just, not without my leg bouncing my knee up and down, impatience attempting to cloud my contributions, and my thoughts back in my office with my phone.

Earlier, an old friend I’d seen in the restaurant in which I had chosen to eat lunch had asked me, “How are things?”

“Things are… good. Things are great.” The earnestness and honesty lending power to my voice had surprised even me.

Now, as my foot bounced interminably with the drum of every impatient heartbeat in my chest, I realized that it had been two and a half months since I had met my beautiful Kitten and touched her skin.

Met, not seen. How many times had I been able to escape the day-to-day at Midwest and fly out to Manhattan? Three. Exactly three. I couldn’t forget the number, because each time had reminded me how incredible Kady was and made me miss her a hundred times over when I had to fly home again.

I never knew I could miss someone so much, and in so many different ways, too. Most of the time, I missed her voice teasing me for some little thing or telling me how much she loved my penis inside her body. I missed lying behind her and holding her close to my chest on the bed, feeling every single breath press the flawless skin of her back into my chest. I missed making breakfast with her in the mornings while we listened to our favorite songs and talked about where the day would take us.

But sometimes, I sat up at night or leaned back in my office chair, missing my Kitten so much that my chest felt constricted. Then, I thought about the little things that I missed about her: the smell of her hair as she made a cute little spin on her heels in the kitchen, the way her eyes looked at me just a little softer whenever I called her Kitten, and the strength of her thighs as she rode me as fast or as slow as she wanted, ignoring my little pleading noises.

Even thinking about that last was a mistake anywhere but in the privacy of my penthouse, so I stopped as quickly as I could by focusing on the voice currently speaking.

That voice happened to belong to Allen Nichols. “-else have anything to add?” he asked, surveying the suits sitting around the table.

His gaze lingered on me, but I didn’t think I’d missed an opportunity where I should have said something. A moment later, Allen stood and conversation broke out amongst those present.

“Graham,” Allen called.

I jumped guiltily in reaction, hiding the movement by adjusting myself in my chair, and blinked away the vivid mental picture of his daughter’s naked breasts pressed against my bare chest. “Yes?” Why was my heart racing so fast? Allen had no way of knowing what I was thinking about….

“I’m going to have to postpone our Tuesday meeting,” Allen said busily, sliding papers into a case. “I’m flying out to New York. I’ll call your assistant about a new time when I figure out one that works for me.”

I almost snorted. A time that worked for Allen? How about a time that worked for the CEO who handled the day-to-day of the company? “No problem,” I assured him instead, trying to hurry along this conversation so I could escape Allen’s presence.

“It won’t be Wednesday either. I’m staying a little longer to visit my daughter at….” Allen hesitated. “At….

“At the—the city?” I finished, my voice faltering midway.

Holy shit. I had just almost said “at Juilliard”. I wasn’t supposed to know who Allen’s daughter was, where she lived, or what school she went to. Her name… now that wasn’t so bad. Allen had mentioned that once or twice. But anything else? I wasn’t on that kind of casual conversation level with the President of the board.

One single word could have ruined Kady’s relationship with her father, gotten me fired from the job I’d fought so hard for, and possibly gotten me punched in the face.

This was starting to get hard. Actually, not just starting, and not just hard. This was quickly transitioning from hard to unbearable.

I thought about Kady all the time. I couldn’t be with her more than a couple weekends a month, but she was with me all the time, either through my phone or my mind. Hiding the way everything around me reminded me of my Kitten….

Well, it was more than hard, to say the least. And plain irritating. And dangerous for both of us.

“Juilliard. Don’t know why I couldn’t remember that.” Allen narrowed his eyes at me as if this loss of memory was my fault—or he knew something he shouldn’t.

“Right. I think you’ve mentioned she goes there before.” At least now if I accidentally mentioned Kady’s name or her school, her father wouldn’t immediately push me out the nearest window.

“Probably. I’ll set up that meeting for next week.”

And he was gone. Allen was abrupt like that. The more I could avoid talking to him, the better—and not just because I was dating his daughter.

Speaking of whom….

I made it back to my office in record time, shut the soundproof doors, and called Kady. “Hey Kitten,” I said the second she picked up.