What I was feeling for Jack made sense, but barely when placed in perspective with everything else. What about my career? What risks was I willing to take?
Some people needed to overanalyze, to tear apart every bit of every thing they knew. I didn't want to do that here, not now. I wanted to just feel and get lost in the beautiful haze of it all.
Jesse wasn't home when I arrived, so I cranked the music up loudly while I got ready. I was so excited, so giddy and ready for whatever the night would bring. It was my first Broadway show and that was exciting as hell, especially since I'd be joined by this gorgeous, kind of famous guy who was treating me like a queen. Nobody had ever treated me like this before.
The cleavage in my dress felt so different this time, as if it were a gift for Jack exclusively, despite its public nature. I definitely wouldn't have worn this dress to work—but I would wear it again tonight and be proud of it.
Forty-five minutes after I had talked to Jack, I looked out the window to see a limo waiting by the curb—and then I remembered my joke from when he had picked me up last time. I couldn't believe how attentive he was, how well he paid attention to detail.
I moved so quickly down those stairs that I was certain I'd fall to my death, right before this date-of-a-lifetime. Years of wearing heels had made me skilled with stairs, however, a fact for which I was grateful. During high school, I had actually practiced at home before prom, going up and down the stairs to the second floor of my house so many times that I could barely walk when I was done. It was necessary in my quest to prevent anything that might turn out to be social suicide.
God, had I really been that worried about falling down? Adolescence could be such a drag.
Sure, I'd be embarrassed now, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. High school was such a drastically different place than the real world, a fact that wasn't apparent until you graduated.
Jack stepped out of the limo and took my hand as I approached the car.
"You look nice... just as I expected," he said, allowing a grin to emerge. He was wearing a gorgeous, custom-tailored pinstripe suit. His physique still looked perfect beneath it. Despite his dressy apparel, his hair was messy in the most pristine way possible, the usual for him. His eyes quickly settled on my cleavage and then crawled back up to meet mine.
"You're such a pig!" I said. "You didn't even try to hide it."
Jack gave me a peck on the lips and pulled me toward the limo. "Do I really need to? Nothing wrong with appreciating the finer things in life."
"This vehicle is ridiculous, by the way." I stepped inside and immediately drowned in luxury.
"Percy, this is Effie. Effie, that's Percy." An older gentleman sat in the front, also dressed in a nice suit, only his had a matching blue hat. He gave a cordial wave and then called to me as Jack pulled the door shut.
"You look beautiful, ma'am." I was instantly reminded of the attendant in the elevator. It wasn't an unpleasant thing, either. Both men were friendly, and neither seemed like the attitude was counterfeit.
"Thank you," I said mechanically. I really hoped that he meant it. "I like your hat!"
"I wear only the finest, ma'am." Percy let out a low, weathered laugh, one that certainly fit his appearance. He seemed unusually pleased about the fact that he was going to drive a limo through NYC traffic. Well, he was probably paid well, too, based on the tips I'd seen Jack casually hand out thus far.
Percy raised the window up, providing us with full privacy. Jack poured us each a glass of champagne. "Jack! I'm starved. I'm going to be totally tipsy by the time we eat." I took a sip anyway.
"Fine by me," he said. His eyes went right back to my breasts and he buried his face between them, kissing that soft, tender flesh. "Christ, you're beautiful." His breath was so warm against my flesh. "I've missed you so much these last couple of days."
"I missed you too, Jack." By the time I had finished saying his name, he was kissing me, pressing me against the seat with his superior weight. I hungrily kissed him back, submitting myself to his desire. His hands were crawling up my leg, hiking up my skirt and revealing my panties. "Jack," I pleaded pathetically.
Stubble tickled my face as he pulled away, his body lowering to the floor. I felt my panties leaving my body, sliding against my skin until they were bunched around my ankles. I put my hands on his head, weakly trying to prevent the next step.
"What about the driver?" I asked. "Or the people outside the limo?"
"Tinted glass," Jack said. "Doesn't matter anyhow. They can only see your face, not what I'm up to." His tongue touched my clit like a bolt of lightning, my body immediately tensing. I wasn't going to be able to stop him—and that was the best thing ever.
My legs held his head tight as my heart pulsed out of control, the pleasure surging through my veins like a drug. The city crawled by around us, but I couldn't pay any attention to it. Jack kept at it until I came against his tongue, my cries spilling out with my cream. He finished just as Percy lowered the window. I jumped as soon as it happened, missing Jack's
