The elevator doors started to open. Kennedy stepped away fromme. But instead of running out of the elevator she hit the doors closed button.And then hit the emergency button.
I stared at her. With random women, this would normally bethe moment I fucked them. Where I told them to turn around and put their handsagainst the wall. Where I’d try to focus on them for a few minutes instead of thewoman who haunted my dreams every night.
But Kennedy wasn’t most women. And she’d be the only one inmy dreams tonight. I wanted her to feel safe with me. I wanted her to know thatI’d take care of her. Always. I stepped forward, caging her against the wall asI kissed her.
“It’s impossible to resist you,” she said against my lips.
“How hard have you been trying?”
“Really freaking hard, Matt.”
I would have stopped there, just kissing her, but I couldn’tresist going a little further. She’d let me taste her. And I wanted to make hercome. I wanted to hear her moan my name. I needed to remind her that we weren’tjust friends.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered into her ear.
She did as she was told.
I slid one finger inside of her and then another, a whimperescaping from her lips. “I want you to come for me.” I ran my thumb along herclit. “And I’m going to make you come like this as many times as it takes foryou to trust me.” I kissed the side of her neck. “Only with my fingers. And mytongue. Until you’re ready for more.”
“Matt.”
“Until you’re the one kneeling before me begging me for more.”I kissed her hard as her fingers dug into the back of my neck. “Come for me,baby.” I pressed my thumb down on her clit. I felt her tighten around myfingers as her whole body shuddered.
And she chanted my name like I’d just caught a touchdownpass. God I loved hearing her moan my name like that. I ignored theraging erection in my pants as I slowly pulled my fingers out from beneath her skirt.
She was breathing hard. “You.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. So I just stared ather flushed cheeks and mussed up hair. She looked appropriately sated. And I’dbe picturing her just like this when I dreamt about her tonight.
“To answer your questions from earlier. About what I need? WhatI want?” Her eyes searched mine. “You. I think I’ve needed you for years. But Iwas scared you didn’t need me back.”
“I need you back.”
“As soon as you figure out the Poppy thing? I’ll be waitingfor you, Matt.”
I smiled. “To be continued?”
She hit the button to open the doors and then pressed a softkiss against my lips. “To be continued. Hopefully soon,” she said with a smile.“And next time, I get to please you.” She walked out of the elevator, knowing perfectlywell how she’d left me dying for her.
I shifted my erection in my pants, hoping to hide it from theconcierge at the front desk. I didn’t make eye contact with him as I hurriedoutside.
But apparently I’d done a bad job of hiding my erection, becauseNigel was waiting for me outside and his eyes traveled right down to my tentingpants.
“Oh,” Nigel said. “This isn’t about my connections is it, Mr.Caldwell? You have something else in mind for us tonight?”
“What? No. I mean, yes, it is about your connections. Eyes uphere,” I said.
“Did Master Tanner do that to you again?”
“No.”
Nigel’s eyes traveled down to my groin again.
“Nigel, focus. Like I said, I could have just told you thisvia text, but you insisted on meeting. I need to find dirt on Poppy. That’s it.I just need something on Poppy that will make her leave me alone.”
“Leave you alone? In what way?”
“In the way of making me not need to fake date her. I justneed something that either connects the Pruitts or Cannavaros to murdersthey’ve been behind. Or money they’ve laundered. Or any laws they’ve broken. Orshady business dealings. Or something. Anything.”
“You’re only faking with her?” he asked, ignoring what I wasasking for.
“Yes.” I thought Tanner would have told him that.
Nigel shook his head. “I will take care of it then, Master. Imean, Mr. Caldwell.”
This was getting hella creepy. “Okay, great.”
“Give me 48 hours to serve you.”
“Sure,” I said.
“I’ll make sure to remove your plus one from the modern Thanksgivingfeast as well.”
I didn’t bother correcting him. I had a feeling that if heknew about Kennedy, he wouldn’t help me out of this mess with Poppy. And Ireally needed his help.
“Is there anything else I can help with?” Nigel asked.
If he was talking about helping me with my boner, he actuallyalready had. Talking to him had made it disappear in a flash. “Nope, that’sit.”
“Do you want to share a taxi back home? I have some freetime. We could play a round of cards. Or I can draw you a bath and we can chat.”
I couldn’t help but think about the fact that he had time forthis but not for helping me move out. That didn’t matter right now though. Ineeded him to be on my good side, and calling him out would probably not helpmatters. “I wish I could, Nigel…”
He looked so excited.
“…But I have a stupid date with Poppy tonight. Boy do I wishI had some dirt on her so I wouldn’t have to do stuff like this. And have moretime for my new friend.” I lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked more excited than before. “So that we can have moretime together.” Nigel nodded. “I will get to work. What time will you be hometonight?”
“Um…midnight?”
“Perfect. I’ll have your bath ready.” He hailed down a taxi.
“Nigel?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for this. I owe you one.” What the hell possessedme to say that? I didn’t want to owe him anything.
“Anything for you, Mr. Caldwell.”
I nodded. “Just email me anything you find out right away.”
“Email? I prefer faxing.”
I just stared at him. “Why? Faxing is the absolute worst.”
“Oh. When did that happen? I
