Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
She walked to the conference room door.
“Sometime?” I asked.
She looked over her shoulder, the look so fucking coy I wanted to yank her back and kiss her. Touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.
“Yeah,” she said. “Isn’t that enough to hold onto?”
She disappeared, and I stood in the middle of the conference room with a raging erection in my pants and confusion swirling in my mind.
God, this woman was driving me crazy. I was in deep shit. Because I liked her. I really liked her. And no matter what she did, I couldn’t stop myself from falling more and more. She was pushing me away. She was rejecting me. She was playing hard to get. And that just made it worse.
At least she’d said she was going to go out with me. Sometime. It was better than nothing. I took a breath and willed the damned erection to go away. Luckily, it did just in time.
Austin appeared in the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
“Thinking,” I said.
Austin barked a laugh. “That’s new.”
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed. “Screw you, man. What do you want?”
“We have to discuss shit, remember? You asked me to be in your office after the meeting. So I was there, waiting for you. Are you coming, or what?”
“Sure,” I said. “Do I need to remind you that you work for me? If I want to make you wait, I can.”
“You’re an asshole,” Austin laughed.
We walked together to my office, ready to get down to business. Austin was my best friend and we’d been in business together for years. It had always worked out.
I considered telling him about Izzy, about how things were progressing between us.
“So, when are you going back?” Austin asked as soon as we were in my office.
“What?”
“New York. When are you going back there?” he asked again.
Fuck. Somehow, I’d forgotten completely about New York. I’d forgotten all about leaving this world behind and going back to the place that had been my home for the past few years.
Or maybe I’d just been trying not to think about it.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“No? You’re usually so eager to leave.”
I shrugged. “I guess I’m enjoying being involved in the launch process.”
“Are you okay?” Austin asked.
I laughed. “Why do you ask?”
“Because you never enjoy being involved in the process. Not like this. You just do the finance and the food. That’s what you always tell me.”
I shrugged again. “I guess I’m trying something different.”
Austin narrowed his eyes at me. “Or you’re doing someone different.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Austin shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. You usually follow your dick around more than your head. So, if you’re staying here, you’re getting some good pussy.”
I shook my head. “What if I’m just interested in the company I started?”
“Sure,” Austin said. “Let’s pretend it’s that until you decide to tell me what’s really going on.”
I forced a laugh and insisted that we start looking at work. I hated how well Austin could read me sometimes.
The thing was, Izzy wasn’t just ‘some good pussy.’ She was everything.
And if I left, I would have to leave her behind.
I hadn’t thought about that. I hadn’t thought about anything other than her, and getting closer and closer to her.
But now that Austin had mentioned New York, unease swirled in the pit of my stomach.
What if I didn’t want to leave her behind?
Carey
It was the end of the month. I had worked at Appetite for just about three weeks now, and I was at the very end of my financial line. I’d stopped doing freelance jobs, and I didn’t work at the restaurant anymore. My job at Nolan’s business was more than full-time.
I sometimes stayed late. I put everything I had into my new job to prove that I deserved it, to be sure that I kept it, and to show that I was a good investment.
But money was starting to dry up. I would get my first official paycheck soon. I just had to make sure I made it another few days, and then we would be golden.